The guys and Clarrise were left to stare at the empty staircase, a collective frown on their faces.
"He looks angry," Rowan said, breaking the silence with his usual bewildering brand of logic. "Did she hit him? No, wait, she ran away… maybe he yelled at her? And why was he wearing that outfit? Looked like he was going jogging."
Milo rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "While the outfit is indeed something that bothers me, in my professional view, it seems as though something… significant occurred. Miss Boss ran, the boss is in a state of disquiet… It's a classic sign of an external influence causing internal disruption."
Clarisse was quiet, observing the scene with a placid expression. Gavin, however, had had enough. He stood up, a dark scowl on his face. "Get to work if you have free time to talk rubbish."
Rowan was immediately offended. "We are working!" He pointed at the laptop on his lap. "My duties were doubled for a reason!" He glared at him.
