Semua Bab BEHIND OFFICE DOORS: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Helen’s voice trembled as she called out, her tone sharp and heavy with disbelief. “Laura…” she said, her gaze locked on the scene before her. Standing in the doorway, she froze as her eyes fell on Fred, who had been far too close to Laura just moments ago. Her shock quickly gave way to a searing fury that flickered across her face like a storm.Fred stepped back immediately, raising his hands in mock surrender, though the smug curve of his lips betrayed him. He averted his eyes briefly, adjusting his stance to conceal the undeniable evidence of his excitement. His pulse quickened, but not with guilt, his satisfaction was palpable. He wanted Helen to see. He wanted her to suffer from jealousy, a little revenge to make her feel guilty about the betrayal. Speaking to Jerry regarding their affair? That could hardly go unanswered."Helen?" Laura's voice was soft, almost hesitant as she turned towards Helen. Innocent in her expression, she was unaware of all the tension in the room. To he

“You! Fred! It’s you!” the woman screamed, her voice sharp with fury as she swung at him with small, frantic punches.Fred stepped back in astonishment as he swung his arms to dodge her fists. "What is the matter with you? Who are you?” He yelled, his voice growing louder amidst the turmoil.Her attacks didn’t slow, her anger unwavering. Each blow seemed fueled by something deeper, something unresolved. Fred’s heart pounded as adrenaline kicked in, his movements desperate to avoid her. He couldn’t make sense of it, her rage, her accusations, or why she knew his name.“Stop it! What’s your problem? Who are you?” Fred yelled, his voice cracking with frustration as he struggled to fend off the furious woman. Raging like fire, her continuous aggressiveness pumped up his heart and made him move frantically.Maggie quickly threw herself in between them, grasping the woman by her arms and hauling her away from him. But the woman, preoccupied by rage and fire, resisted, but her grip did not l

Fred came to a halt, frozen by Jerry’s penetrating stare, his pulse raced as he considered his next move.Jerry’s question hung in the air, accusatory. Fred looked back and forth at Sarah and Jerry, resolving that he would not let the secret out about Jack.“Listen… there’s nothing,” Fred finally said, not quite with his clipped voice but calm, a cover for the tension wrapping itself around him. He wanted to get out of this before it went south. “And I have to go. We have to go now.”Not waiting for an answer, Fred yanked Sarah’s arm as they walked out of the cafe.Fred couldn’t leave Sarah behind with Jerry; he knew her to be unpredictable, an opportunist who flourished on blackmail. The last thing he wanted was for her to play him in order to profit off his secret.Fred and Sarah left and Jerry stood there watching them go, his head filled with confusion. He had tried to fit it all together, and none of it had made sense.Jerry felt that Fred was concealing something, especially wit

Fred and Maggie rushed into the car, their hearts pounding with fear as if the walls of their reality were closing in.“Go… please go!” Maggie sobbed, her voice quaking as she kept hitting Fred's arm, urging him to drive faster. She cried out in agony, tears flowing down her cheeks almost as if every drop was tearing at her very flesh. Fred's palms quivered as he held onto the steering wheel.The car sped off, leaving the company and its cold, indifferent walls behind. His focus remained locked on the road ahead, though his mind raced with dark possibilities.“Maggie, relax, please,” Fred pleaded, his voice cracking under the weight of his own rising panic.But Maggie couldn’t be calmed. She wept uncontrollably, her mind echoing the haunting words of her neighbor. “Fred… they said something happened. Is my son dead?” She choked out, her body shaking as she buried her face in her hands.Fred glanced at her briefly, his chest tightening. He had never seen her this broken. He fought bac

Fred was frozen and stared at Jerry and Laura. The air became strangling. His throat felt as dry as sand and beat feverishly in his chest. Despite the coldness of the air, trickling sweat began to run down his face."What are you doing here?" The voice of Jerry swooped through the silence and cut like a knife, sharp and accusing.The question made Fred flinch, his hands trembling a bit as he tried to keep his cool. His gaze flickered at Laura, who stood rooted, expression-free.Jerry took a step closer before him, moving slowly and narrowing his eyes as they locked on Fred. He leaned forward, scanning Fred’s face with a look that was both probing and unnerving.“You’re sweating,” Jerry observed coldly, his brows furrowing deeper. “Nervous, are we?”.Fred opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. The room seemed to shrink around him, the weight of Jerry’s gaze pressing down on him like a storm about to break.Laura’s gaze flickered between the two men, tension etched into her