Nobody dares to challenge him; I hear people rushing out of the office, then someone shuts the door. The office's joyous atmosphere has deteriorated like rotten wine.

Martin growls at Doris, "We're screwed." I anticipate the glass to break shortly from how firmly he's holding it. After everything he's done, his anger makes my heart constrict; everything may go up in flames.

"How'd he know?

"Doris remarks from one of her office's wall-mounted seats. She pinches her nose when she's unsure what to do.

Martin murmurs, "This was too hazardous... we shouldn't have done it." If not for this arrangement, Martin and I would have never met. I don't know....