John

John descended the stairs with steady steps, but inside he was a mess.

He entered the office, closed the door behind him, and rested his trembling hands on the huge desk.

He took a deep breath, trying to contain the rage boiling in his chest.

He mentally replayed the pitiful scene he had just been the protagonist of.

Maybe he’d been too hard on Elizabeth.

He ran his hand through his hair. He knew he’d been cruel… but he had to be. It was the only way to test the mask she wore. And soone