All Chapters of BEHIND OFFICE DOORS: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The cold air in Laura’s living room was thick with tension as she stared at Jerry. The photograph in his trembling hands seemed like a puzzle piece that didn’t belong. The emergency squad’s murmurs were a low hum in the background, adding to the surreal nature of the moment.“Wha–Wha… What’s going on, Jerry?” Laura’s voice cracked as she moved closer to him and her eyes scanned his face for any hint of explanation. Her fingers twitched at her side, unsure whether to grab his arm or snatch the photograph herself.Jerry’s face contorted with disbelief and anger. “I can’t believe this… Miss Mary did this?” His words came out as an incredulous whisper before escalating into a shout. He held up the photograph as though it might burn him. A look of disgust mixed with anger washed through him.“You know Mary?!” Laura’s voice rose in pitch, fueled by equal parts confusion and dread. Without thinking, she grabbed Jerry’s shirt, pulling him close in a frantic gesture that almost seemed like

“Well, look who’s here!” Fred's voice was deep and thundered as it sounded through the dining room, dripping with mockery he stepped into the room. His tall structure spread in the hallway, a figure that seemed to draw every drop of air in the room. The crisply cut lines of his fitted shirt completed the imposing aura he bore, and his sharply carved features set a mocking, authoritative expression. Laura froze mid-bite, the piece of chicken slipped from her fingers back onto her plate. Her body stiffened as if caught in an act of wrongdoing, her momentary comfort shattered like glass under the weight of his presence.Fred’s piercing gaze landed on her, making her feel like an uninvited guest rather than someone seeking refuge. Laura's heart raced in her chest. The blood rushed to her cheeks as she battled to compose herself, wishing she could disappear from his sight.His polished shoes clacked against the hardwood floor as he strolled to the table, with every step of his movement

More light fell on the room from the bedside lamp casting soft amber light across the walls. "Laura?" Said a voice from outside the door as it made them startle. The soft, hesitant voice from the doorway cut through the quiet tension in the room like a blade, and both Laura and Jerry froze. They glanced at each other instinctively, the unspoken understanding between them prompted immediate action. Laura straightened her posture and brushed invisible creases from her blouse, while Jerry shifted on the bed, leaning back with an air of nonchalance that didn't quite match the flicker of unease in his eyes. Their hurried movements betrayed their surprise, the casualness they tried to project not entirely convincing. Laura's heart raced as she turned her head towards the door, her breath hitched slightly. The closeness they'd been wrapped in just moments ago shattered as reality intruded with a firm knock, accompanied by a familiar voice. "Laura... please, can I come in?" Hel

Laura, who buried her head in her hands and trembled with silent sobs, lived through an agonizingly long moment in the room heavy with tension. Jerry, always around to help her, sat beside her with a gentle hand resting on her shoulder. “We’ll figure it out,” he promised, his voice steady but strained. He wanted to believe his own words but really couldn't help the gnawing uncertainty. How could they possibly make things right? How could he bring justice to Laura without plunging her further into despair?.Jerry stood, pacing the cramped room as helplessness washed over him. The walls seemed to close in, reflecting his frustration. Justice wasn’t just an option, it was a necessity. The consequences of Mary’s actions had to be faced by her. Her move of destruction was more than an act of vandalism. It had been an invasion of Laura's dignity, her sanctuary, and peace of mind.Laura's weeping became quieter across the room, and she shook her shoulders in grief.The echo of Mr. Tim’s s

Jerry stood frozen, feeling the wall dimly lit at the end of the hallway as his hand gripped the door frame for support as he tried to wrestle with what he had just seen. Helen had been sneaking away from Fred's room in the dead of night, it was Helen who had been with him.His breath stuttered in his throat as a pain in his chest shot up, flaring a gut-wrenching response of mixed emotions of shock and disbelief. For Fred, this wouldn't be out of the ordinary as he had typically behaved so carelessly, unrepentantly carrying a string of brief affairs. Jerry had lost count, really, of how many times he had covered for his cousin, Fred, or listened to him boast about some conquest. But this? This was different. This wasn’t some random woman Fred had charmed at a bar. This was Helen, modest, reserved Helen, the woman Jerry had thought was above such entanglements.Jerry leaned back against the wall and his thoughts raced. How could Helen, of all people, be involved with someone like Fred