Richard
Charlotte reverses from the office, not that she’d really stepped inside as James' raised voice blasted past her.
She's trembling, her eyes flooding. Francis wraps arms around her. “He didn't mean it. He's just upset.”
“I know, but...”
And the elevator door swish open and Michael steps out...
He must have flown...
He takes one look at Charlotte and pulls her into his embrace. “Whatever he did or said, it wasn't aimed at you.”
“I know.” She sniffs, pulling the heel of her hand over nose and eyes. Francis passes her a box of tissues. As she blows noisily, Michael, over her head, rolls his eyes to James’ office then nods me down to her.
I nod back. Of course….
Then dragging a hand through his hair, he takes a deep breath and steps into the dragon's den.
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