Having taken two punches to the jaw, Julian cracked his knuckles, leaned against the edge of the table. There was blood on his fingertips – Adrian’s.
Jerry rushed in without knocking. He happened to witness this scene and abruptly stopped at the doorway. “…Mr.Frost.”
Julian had taken two punches to the face and was bleeding a little. Adrian wasn't in much better shape, sitting to one side, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. His tie had been yanked and now hung loosely over his shoulder.
"What is it?" Julian's displeasure simmered beneath his brow, ready to explode.
“…N-nothing, it’s just, I was driving Fang** home,” Jerry stuttered, feeling it was inappropriate to say much in this atmosphere. “Miss Brooks’s key was on the ground, but she's nowhere to be found."
"What does that
