Dave's POV
Hearing multiple slapping sounds had me wondering what was going on in the office. The thought of Cassidy getting beaten flashed through my mind for a second. The next thing I knew, my hands were on the door knob.
Badging in, the scene I interrupted deleted whatever freaky possibilities of what those sounds would have meant. Right there, I saw an old lady. The old lady had a light brown skin colour with slightly gray hair packed in a neat bun at the back. She held both her cheeks tightly.
A glance at that woman and I could tell she was the one that needed the slap. “What's going on here?” I asked but no one answered. “Did she hurt you?” The second I asked that question, the office was the opposite of quiet.
“ No, she didn't.” Cassidy said with a small proud smile on her
