"Alright, don't worry, I will, I will," ColdBlood said repeatedly, though inwardly he was crying in despair.
Mr. Watson had never pestered women before. Usually, it was women who threw themselves at him. But today, the tables had turned. His defenses had fallen completely.
"Claire, I need to talk to you…" They had barely taken a few steps when Gilbert suddenly broke free from their grasp and stumbled toward her again.
Claire screamed and darted backward.
Then came a splattering sound.
She turned around.
Gilbert was retching uncontrollably, vomiting all over her office floor.
The sharp smell of stomach acid and alcohol quickly filled the air.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," ColdBlood apologized over and over, hurriedly supporting Gilbert as he led him outside.
The two police officers followed them out.
Claire stared at the mess her office had become, utterly distraught.
What curse had she stepped into to deserve this kind of disaster?
