Ryan had left home so late that morning, even without being in the mood to go to work, he was left with no choice to it; coupled with the state of his company —if the sky should fall, he still had to go.
The tension in the air was very much unpleasing and Ryan did not like it a bit, but he paid less attention to it —his present mood was likely enough to cause another tension in additional to the already existing one.
He did say no word as he walked past the receptionist, finding it hard to respond to her greeting; the receptionist's voice, on the other hand, wasn't as cheerily as it used to sound, something was off about it.
Ryan wasn't that daft not to find out, but at that moment, whatever thing that might have happened to request such a reaction from her was far from his business; he
