The ding sound of the elevator as it reached the lower floor heightened the nervousness Ethan was feeling.
What the hell was going on?
He thought as he noticed his employees in pairs of twos and threes, staring horrifically at their computers.
"How horrible..."
"Look at how pretty she looks, and young too."
"How could her husband do this..."
Ethan's heart raced, as he charged forward, headed to the cause for commotion.
'It's impossible right?' he tried to convince himself as he neared a desk.
'That wench wouldn't out herself like this? Right?' A line of sweat down his face, as he felt as though all eyes were pointed at him.
He clenched his fingers into two tight fists.'Brooke! You bitch, how dare you-!' Anger consumed him, clouding his stream of logic.
"Move!" He pushed the woman behind the desk to the floor, and sat on her chair.
