"A fox?" she questioned as he carried her through a corridor and into his office. Thankfully, they had entered through the back entrance.
"Hmm. A female fox can sound like a distressed person," he explained.
"Seriously?" She wiped away her tears, attempting to conceal her face. She didn't want to frighten the poor guy half to death.
"Yes, they emit a similar cry when they're looking to mate."
She stared at him in disbelief. "You've got to be kidding me."
"I assure you, I'm not." He gently placed her on the couch and perched himself on the old coffee table in front of her. He handed her the box of tissues from beside him.
"Thanks," she muttered, taking a few tissues.
He observed as she tidied herself up, which was quite embarrassing. Once she finished, she scanned the room for a tras
