Ethan drove through the streets like a man possessed, his grip tight on the steering wheel.
His face was expressionless, but Charlotte could see the storm raging inside him. She sat beside him, silent, knowing better than to disturb him.
The news of someone dying inside the company was shocking enough, but the fact that they still didn't know who the victim was made it even worse.
As they approached the company, the flashing red and blue lights of police vehicles illuminated the entrance.
Ethan barely brought the car to a full stop before stepping out, his strides long and urgent. Charlotte followed closely, her heart beating so fast.
The usually quiet company premises were now filled with tension. A few employees, the ones scheduled to work on Saturdays, stood in clusters near the reception area, their faces pale with fear.
As soon as they spotted Ethan, they lowered their heads and stepped aside, making way for him.