When Eric left, Emerson sighed deeply, his eyes shifting towards me.
"What the hell was that?" he asked flatly, the disbelief and displeasure unmistakable. He really didn’t want me to quit, and now, it was clear he was also angry.
"Oh, please don’t be angry, Emerson," I tried to say as I walked towards him, but he silenced and stopped me with his hand, stopping me in my tracks.
"Let’s go inside. I’m not having another match out here," he said, his voice filled with frustration. "Eric was enough for a lifetime."
We walked inside towards his secretary’s desk. She must have been listening in, as she did her best to appear disinterested in us, fiddling with papers and avoiding eye contact. But it was obvious she had been eavesdropping, and I couldn’t blame her.
The screaming had been en
