Dad had been informed I was in the building. He was out of his office before I could get to his floor. We met in the lobby where the atmosphere was dry and rigid. I could imagine the fear the news brought to everyone. They knew the vice-chairman would go berserk. I etched fear on everyone, especially the people in the building with us.
Because true enough, my heart stopped when I saw him in the lobby. Seemed to be on his way to get to me. Impatient and mad. Behind the glasses were squinting eyes—dark and threatening eyes. His pace quickened at the sight of me. Mom failed to keep up at the hasty speed.
Believing I dared to walk to him, I parted my lips to greet him but all was left in my throat. Gasps resonated inside the building. My mom's was the loudest. It was a cry that tore into my
