Mrs. Taylor waited until Steve Burton had entered the study before walking in carrying a tray of fruit. She set the fruit tray aside and eyed the disheveled Ruby Gregory, frowning as she asked, "Ms. Gregory, what happened with Mr. Steve? He was fine just a moment ago, so why is he suddenly angry?"
Upon hearing Mrs. Taylor's voice, Ruby, in a daze, rose from where she was sitting on the carpet. She glanced at Mrs. Taylor and gave a slight nod, but then shook her head. Her voice a touch gloomy, she admitted, "I don't know what's come over him either."
Mrs. Taylor knitted her brows as she took in Ruby's appearance. Her clothing was a mess, and there were bite marks of varying depths on her neck and chest, her lips red and swollen with a faint wet shine to them. It took one look to understand what had transpired between the two of them just moments before.
Hesitating a little, Mrs. Taylor queried, "Ms. Gregory, have you offended Mr. Steve, you know, in 'that' aspect of things?"
