“I will explain everything to you. It is not what you think,” John said, his voice tough as he moved closer to Miss B. The lit room seemed to close in around them, the air thick with tension and unspoken words. Their eyes locked together, an intense gaze that seemed to pull them into a world where only they existed. Miss B folded her arms, her posture stiff with a mix of frustration and anticipation. She awaited John’s explanation, her breath shallow and her heart pounding in her chest. The room around them seemed to fade, the tension so thick it was almost palpable. The silence between them was deafening, broken only by the faint hum of the city outside. “Go ahead, explain to me why you haven’t been picking up my calls,” Miss B demanded, her voice cold and sharp like a knife. Her face was pale, her lips pressed into a thin line, barely concealing the hurt and anger brewing inside her. Her eyes, usually so warm and inviting, now seemed like icy daggers piercing through him. The

“Why did you do that?” Miss B rushed to John, holding him as he staggered, his blood dripping down his face and then onto the floor as well. The sight of the blood made her heart race even faster, fear tightening its grip on her.John felt dizzy but still tried to stand on his feet. “Why did you do this?” Miss B asked again, fear all over her face, tears rolling out of her eyes. Her voice was shaky, each word filled with a mix of panic and desperation.She managed to bring John to the couch, with her hand wrapped around his shoulder. His blood also dropped on her clothes, staining them with dark, spreading blotches. The sight of his blood on her made her stomach churn, but she didn’t let go, her grip firm despite the fear coursing through her.“I… I’m fine,” John rolled his eyes as he was losing more blood, his hand placed on his head. His voice was weak, barely a whisper, as he tried to reassure her. The room seemed to spin around him, the edges of his vision blurring as he struggled

“I ask you again, was that the best you could come up with?” Stephanie asked, her smirk lingering on her face, her eyes dancing with a mix of amusement and challenge.John stood quite dumbfounded, his brows curved in surprise. He couldn’t understand what Stephanie was on about. “What do you mean? What are you talking about?” John asked, narrowing his eyes in confusion. His heart began to pound faster, a dull thud echoing in his ears.Stephanie walked towards him, each step deliberate and filled with purpose. The sound of her heels clicking against the hardwood floor seemed to synchronize with the beat of John’s heart. John was trying to fathom what it was that was making her laugh so much, but he couldn’t figure things out. His mind raced with possible explanations, each one more perplexing than the last. The room seemed to close in on him, the walls pressing inward with each step she took.“Is that the real reason why you disappeared last night and are just coming back now?” Stephan

“I ask you again, was that the best you could come up with?” Stephanie asked, her smirk lingering on her face, her eyes dancing with a mix of amusement and challenge. John stood quite dumbfounded, his brows curved in surprise. He couldn’t understand what Stephanie was on about. “What do you mean? What are you talking about?” John asked, narrowing his eyes in confusion. His heart began to pound faster, a dull thud echoing in his ears. Stephanie walked towards him, each step deliberate and filled with purpose. The sound of her heels clicking against the hardwood floor seemed to synchronize with the beat of John’s heart. John was trying to fathom what it was that was making her laugh so much, but he couldn’t figure things out. His mind raced with possible explanations, each one more perplexing than the last. The room seemed to close in on him, the walls pressing inward with each step she took. “Is that the real reason why you disappeared last night and are just coming back now

John stepped out of Stephanie’s office, his brows furrowed in deepening confusion. The words Jeffrey had spoken to Stephanie echoed relentlessly in his mind, each repetition adding a layer of uncertainty to his thoughts. As he moved away from the doorway, he couldn’t shake off the unsettling possibility that Jeffrey might have orchestrated Claire’s message to cast doubt on John’s account of the accident. His fingers absently pushed his unruly bangs back from his forehead, a nervous habit that now seemed futile in calming his racing thoughts.“Could Jeffrey have deliberately orchestrated this?” John wondered silently, his mind racing as he traversed the familiar corridor. Stephanie’s suspicion hung over him like a dense fog, despite the comforting hum of the office’s air conditioning. The sterile white walls seemed to press closer, amplifying the doubts swirling in his mind with each step on the polished linoleum floor. Each footfall echoed hollowly, a relentless reminder of the weig