Storm Out

Your face stinging from the slap, you struggle to keep your rage under control. Your career is teetering on the brink and you don’t want to push it over the edge.

You glare at Alison, spin on your heel and briskly march towards the door without saying another word.

“I’m sorry John” she calls out after you.

You turn around. It would make a lot of sense to patch things up with her. It’s a very small town.

“I’m sorry,” she repeats. “Sorry that your fucking career is over!”

You see red.