Chapter 28 George Foster's New Work Space

• With his face burning red, George stormed back to his office, slamming the door behind him. His chest rose and fell with ragged breaths.
• "This is ridiculous!" he hissed, pacing back and forth. How can that garbage I threw out suddenly turn into Mrs. Black overnight? Is this some kind of sick joke? No wonder the Blacks have been on my damn nerves lately.
• Just as he ran a frustrated hand through his hair, the door creaked open. A young secretary stepped in, looking hesitant but firm.