One Week Attitude.

Quinn did not wait for him to speak, she took the broken pieces into the tray, and walked out of the office, leaving Harrison standing there.

He slammed the door, yelling. He walked to the table, scattering the things that were on the table.

He kept heaving heavily, coiling his fingers into a ball.

"Why would she not believe me?" He said to himself, trying to calm himself down.

Quinn dropped the tray on the table, and ran out, trying to hide her face. She had tried to hold back the tears that threatened to spill out of her eyes.

"How could he? Why would he do this to me? For what reason? To pay me back?" She lamented, sobbing loudly.

When she saw the both of them in that position, she felt her heart tightening. Just yesterday, he had put her in that position, and now, he was putting some slut?

Did he really have to do that to get back at her for something she never did? She sobbed so hard, that anyone passing by would her hear crying.

She flushed the toilet, and came out to wash her