Bridgette ’s POV
I walked into the office and saw that he was sweating and his hands were shaking. It was very clear that he wasn’t comfortable. To top it all, he was in a serious confrontation with this lady.
“What was going on?” I thought.
The atmosphere was tense and he clearly couldn’t speak well. His breathing had become irregular, like he was struggling to draw one breath after another.
I saw sadness and disappointment in his eyes as he spoke to the lady. It wasn’t my place to interrupt, but he clearly couldn’t keep it together.
I quickly walked over to the table and dropped the files on it. Then I slowly went to his side, and his eyes couldn’t hide his vibrating hands any longer as he began pacing.
"Are you okay?"
"Get that woman out of my office," he was hyperventilating alr
