Nonchalantly, Andrews suggested, "No, we should switch secretaries, Richmond." The audacity he spoke upset Richmond the more, a blatant disregard for Anne or Richmond.
Richmond's patience exhausted, he responded with a low, ominous tone, "Is that so?"
Andrews, perhaps underestimating the depth of Richmond's anger, turned to face him. In a swift and unexpected move, Richmond wrapped his hand around Andrews' neck, his grip tightening. "Give me one reason why I should let you leave this place with your head intact," he demanded, the anger in his eyes mirroring the storm of emotions swirling within him.
Richmond's bloodshot eyes bore into Andrews, veins pulsating with an intensity that sent shivers down Andrews' spine as he found himself unexpectedly hoisted into the air.
