Henry walked into the office, his footsteps quiet on the plush carpet. However, his arrival went unnoticed, as Knoxville was deeply lost in thought. His hands were crossed over his chest, and his eyes stared blankly into space, his mind a million miles away.
"Mr. Jenkins was found dead in his house this morning," Henry said, his voice firm and serious. However, Knoxville didn't flinch, didn't react. He just kept staring into space, his expression unreadable.
It wasn't until Henry slammed his hand on the table, making the coffee cups rattle, that Knoxville was jolted back to reality. His eyes snapped into focus, and he looked up at Henry, a hint of surprise on his face.
"You're so lost in thought," Henry said, his voice laced with concern. "What's going on, Knoxville? You've been distant
