My brain is both frozen, and moving too fast. It can’t think quick enough to make my body move, to plan my next step, because it is too busy thinking over what just happened.
My boss just killed someone. In his office. In the chair that I sometimes sit in.
My biggest question is why?
My second question is how. How did he do it with such… casualness? Like he’s done it before?
I need to get out. That is the first thing I need to do.
With the adrenaline shaking my body, I slowly step towards the door. Peering round the edge of the wood, I swallow the lump in my throat when I see David walking back around the room, towards his desk, using a cloth to clean his gun before putting it down, then he stares at the desk. I see him reach a hand out, moving something, and then he just stops.
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