Cheryl explodes

She shoves the chair back hard enough that it hits the wall and comes around the table in three quick strides, stopping so close that you can feel the heat coming off her. Her voice rises, sharp and furious, the professional mask gone completely.

“You arrogant prick. You think this is about jealousy? You disappear into a stairwell with Ruby in the middle of the workday, both of you married, and then you have the nerve to stand here and tell me I am jealous while the client presentation is falling behind because you cannot keep it in your trousers for one afternoon?”

She jabs a finger into your chest, lithe body right in your space, eyes blazing.

“I walked in on that and you want to make it about me? About what I want? You have no idea what you are talking about. The only thing I care about is the fact that you are a liability and Ruby is no better. Do not you dare try to turn this into something it is not.”

She stays right there, breathing hard, close enough that every angry word hits you directly, the folder and the numbers completely forgotten.