The door slammed open, revealing a startled old woman sitting behind a desk. The office was as gloomy as I remembered it. Only then, I didn't take more of how depressing it looked.
“Have you forgotten how to knock!” She stood up abruptly from her seat with a stern look on her face. She still had her pale navy blue gown on. Last time, I hadn't taken my time to look at her. Now that she had instigated an attack against my son, I took notice of everything. I'd make her pay; one way or the other.
“Knocking won't be necessary when I have the cops arrest you.” I calmly said, infuriating the woman.
“And why would the cops arrest me?” Her face relaxed into a poker face, playing clueless like she hadn't done anything wrong.
“For attacking my son, you sick bastard!” My anger slipped out for a
