Jaylen walked into the office the next day drenched in coffee on her white blouse, her face contorted in an angry way, her teeth digging into the sides of her mouth. Mike saw the sight while she was walking into the office, and he ran to her with his jacket. As soon as he reached her, he draped the oversized jacket over her shoulders, and he led her into her office.
"What happened?" He asked concern written all over his face. She wanted to scream at the memory of what happened to her, but instead, she walked over to her desk and tried to calm herself down, but she couldn't manage to control the rage, and her hand shot out, her fist landing in the middle of her desk. She didn't use all her strength, not wanting to crack her desk in half.
"Grayson Young…" Her eyes shot out to Mike again,
