A Trap

Gerald stormed out of Hazel's office, his face twisted in anger. He could feel the heat radiating off his body as he made his way down the hallway towards his own office. His mind was racing with thoughts of betrayal and deceit, wondering how Hazel could possibly have the audacity to go to lunch with Tom. He clenched his fists tightly, feeling the urge to lash out at something, anything.

As he entered his office, he slammed the door shut and immediately began to throw objects around the room. Papers, books, and even his desk lamp all went flying as he let out a string of curses. He felt like a child having a tantrum, but he couldn't help it. The jealousy and anger were consuming him. He couldn't control his anger, so he just kept venting them on the objects in the office.

Arin could hear the violent sound as he walked past the door. She walked into the room and immediately burst out laughing at the sight before her. "Wow, Gerald, is this really you?" she said, still chuckli