He was annoyed. He didn’t show an ounce of pity, not a shred of sympathy. How many times does a man have to do this to become so... so distant? So far away and unaffected? “I’m sorry, Mr. Fairclough.” “No you’re not!” I stood up, patience finally breaking along with his nameplate as I slammed my hands down on his desk. I barely felt the wooden nameplate give away beneathmy hands. I was shaking, I was breaking apart and I was showing teeth. You’re not sending me away. You’re not... “You will help me!” I suddenly felt hands on my shoulders, pulling me back from the desk. The security guard finally gave his existence some purpose. I tried to push him away, get myself out of his grip but my struggles only put my arms in a more painful lock. He could break them for all I cared, I’m not leaving this office. “Show him out.” Mr. Bullard sighed with a dismissive flick of his hand. Before the security guard had a chance to act on his orders, the businessman pulled out his phone. Hiding behind the piece of electronics like a coward. “Look me in the fucking eyes when you’re killing me! Look at me!” I’m not leaving, not until he saves my life. I’m not leaving, I’m not dying. Fine. Fine. Fine. FINE. “A little dramatic, don’t you think, Mr. Fairclough?” he said, calmly as ever, without sparing a single glance in my direction. I struggled harder against the security guard’s grip when he pulled me closer to the door. Once I’m out the door, it’s final. I wouldn’t let it happen, I’m not letting him kill me. “No, no! You’re not! Let me go! Please, you have to help me! I’m not letting you-You can’t do this!” “Goodbye, Mr. Fairclough.” I was pulled out of the building. Kicking, screaming and eventually crying. I cursed at everyone in sight, the secretary, LXX