I slam my fist on the table and then throw all the papers on the floor. The gaze falls on the chair. I grab hold of him and grind on the floor, crushing the furniture. I choke with rage. Only red light burns before the eyes. The color of rage and the will to kill.

- Heck. Damn…” I swear out loud, slamming my fist into the wall.

I grab my jacket from the floor and leave the office. I run up the stairs, ignoring the surprised looks of the employees. Fuck what they think. Blood on my hands, shirt open - it doesn't bother me at all. I jump...