"Wait! I'm sorry! It was an accident. We talked about it, and you for—" Richmond's rage was uncontrollable. With a swift, brutal motion, he tore the cat's head from its neck. Blood splattered on the ground, dark and viscous.
Richmond dropped the lifeless body onto the messy floor, breathing heavily. "You talk too much," he muttered.
He turned around to see Anne standing in the doorway, her eyes wide with shock and fear. Her hands covered her mouth, trembling.
"You have the shittiest timing, you know," Richmond said, his voice devoid of its usual warmth.
Anne took a step back, her voice barely above a whisper. "Richmond... what have you done?"
FEW MOMENTS AGO...
Anne's heart pounded as she hurried along the narrow path of the lobby. She had been searching for Richmond for some minutes, a gnawing sense of urgency driving her forward. She couldn't shake off the feeling that Richmond had left the company.
