"And that's my problem....., how?" She countered and he clammed his mouth shut.
She resumed walking with Peter behind her while the bodyguards cleaned up the mess that was the factory manager. Charlie was still rooted to the same spot fighting not to cry at the devastating sight. Was he even doing the right thing?
"Two hours!" Gwen shouted over her shouod before taking the lift to the top floor.
Peter waited until they reached the manager's office and settle down so he could ask his curious question. Gwen looked around for a liquor cabinet and finally found one to pour herself a glass.
"Was that..... really necessary? If.... If anything, I think he was just doing his job", he carefully eyed Gwen who threw herself on the spinning chair with a sigh.
"I shouldn't explain things to you", she said exhaustedly before taking a sip.
