Michael's POV
My office door slammed open without warning, and Allyson marched in like she owned the entire building. My first instinct was irritation at her audacity, storming into my private space without so much as a knock. But that annoyance faded quickly when I noticed something was definitely off about her demeanor.
She moved across the room like a caged animal, her fists clenched tightly at her sides as she paced back and forth. The tension radiating from her was almost palpable.
"What's going on, Allyson?" I asked, studying her erratic behavior. She looked ready to combust but remained stubbornly silent. "Problems with the project? Are you feeling sick?"
Nothing. Not a single word from her.
