All Chapters of BEHIND OFFICE DOORS: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Fred wanted her to stop calling. The ringing phone seemed louder than ever when all the eyes in the room turned towards him, their curiosity increased. Fear in his chest. Taking Sarah's call to them would be disastrous.They had a deal, and Jack's fragile health put everything at risk. Even worse, Fred feared Sarah's wrath. If she pulls, she might reveal his secret to Laura.“Give me a minute... I'll be right back”, Fred tripped, his voice tense when he left the room in a hurry.The cool air from the hospital hall did little to calm him down. He scanned the hallway, his eyes landed on an empty room on the other side. Desperation moved his legs. He slipped in and Fred found himself surrounded by darkness. The room was cold and uninviting, but it provided the solitude he desired.Fred ran into the room, locked the door firmly behind him. He couldn't afford to risk someone sneaking up on him, not now. The weak buzz of the hospital echoed outside, but within the dark room, it was creepy q

"One more step forward, and I'll call the police on you," Fred said, his voice shaking with hardly disguised dread. The woman laughed in response, her tone brimming with contempt. Make a police call about me? A woman who simply stopped by to greet you? She edged closer to them, her stride uncompromising as she teased. "What are you doing here, Linda?" Jerry spoke up, his tone solid but tinged with discomfort. Fear gripped him, and his gaze pierced her. He was aware that she wasn't there voluntarily. Now in front of them was Linda, the woman who had attacked Fred in his office. Additionally, she was the woman Fred had deceived by having an affair with her sister, a betrayal that had left scars that had not yet been healed.Fred's voice rose in rage and anxiety as he checked the time on his phone. Linda! You're in my place at this hour. Why? This is 10 p.m.With suspicious alertness, his penetrating eyes followed her every step. "Come in, Laura," Jerry said firmly as he drew her to t

As everyone huddled in the dark kitchen, the sound of heavy footfalls broke the stillness of the house. They heard a slight squeak of the door and noticed a figure coming out of the darkness. It was Fred. They all cried out, "Fred!" in a voice that was a combination of shock and incredulity. Perplexed by their response, Fred hesitated. "Yes, it's me. Moreover, why are you all staring at me like I'm a vampire?” With a slight smirk, he made a joke. He folded his arms across his chest and walked confidently into the room.However, Fred was unable to identify the edge in their eyes, which suggested that there was something hidden beneath the surface. Something he couldn't yet describe charged the dense atmosphere. Fred didn't know what was going to happen to him. He didn't realize the somber reality concealed within the space, the hushed secrets, the rushed looks, and the unspoken agreement that bound the others together. The kitchen was a trap, not just a space. And Fred had simply wa

The sheriff's forehead creased as he observed Fred's response to the picture. As he put the photo down, Fred's face had gone pale and his hands were shaking as if it had burned him. Having witnessed his fair share of odd behavior, the sheriff was uneasy. Why would someone react that way to a simple photograph? The sheriff's voice was harsher this time as he repeated, "Fred?" "What's the matter? Are you familiar with my daughter?”.Fred moved uneasily, his shoulders rigid, his eyes focused on everything but the sheriff's piercing gaze. The tension between them seemed to crackle as the atmosphere grew quieter. The sheriff felt a jolt of intuition. There was a problem.His tone demanded answers as he leaned over slightly and said, "Fred." "You're behaving oddly. You should speak up if you know anything”.Fred dragged a hand through his tangled hair and took a shaky breath. His mouth twitched, but initially he made no sound. His internal conflict was apparent as he seemed to be strugglin

The sheriff's car felt like a pressure cooker on the verge of blowing up. Fred and Jerry gazed at the microphone as if it were a live grenade. Tension permeated the air, and the weight of their unsaid anxieties increased with every second that went by. Jerry suddenly pushed the door open and jumped out. Furious, he snatched up the microphone, threw it on the gravel, and trampled relentlessly on it. The damage did little to calm the insanity roiling in his mind, but each strike sent bits flying.After sitting motionless for a while, Fred whispered to himself, "She... she heard about Jack." They spoke in a raspy voice, as though speaking out loud brought their nightmare to life. With caution, he exited the car, focusing his attention on Jerry. Jerry's chest heaved as if he had just run a mile as he stood over the broken remains. He stared into the malfunctioning instrument, but his mind was elsewhere. Linda had heard how much? What would she do next? The questions ran incessantly, eac