I shook his hand off. He used the momentum to tumble to the ground, letting out a sharp cry of pain.
Cheryl rushed over immediately, pulling him up, her eyes blazing with fury and heartbreak.
"Drew! You put your hands on him again?"
Douglas curled up on the ground, clutching his arm, tears rolling down his face in fat, heavy drops.
"Don't blame Mr. Dickerson... I just lost my balance..."
I left without looking back.
Cheryl's furious shouting chased me down the street.
The next morning, the moment I stepped through the company doors, the entire office went silent.
Every pair of eyes found me, studying me with complicated expressions before quickly dropping back to their screens, pretending to be busy.
I walked straight to my office and started packing my things.
I had barely set a framed photo into a cardboard box when the door flew open.
Cheryl stormed in.
The second she saw what I was doing, something flickered in her eyes that I'd never seen before. Panic.
She slammed her hand down on the files I was gathering. "Drew, how far are you going to take this?"
I pulled my hand free and went back to emptying the drawer.
"I thought I made myself perfectly clear yesterday."