A moan escaped from the office, the nature of which Susan could not decipher. She spiraled in panic.

Could Tom really be cheating on me? She thought, clutching Shaun closer to her chest. She walked forward, and slipped through the doorway; her high heels clacked on the hard ground as she quickened her pace.

Tom popped up from the desk, a flustered look on his face.

‘Susan?! What are you doing here?’

‘We came to see you,’ started Susan, smiling, ‘what were you doing behind the desk?’

No answer.

‘Tom?’

‘I fell off the damned chair.’

Susan offered her hand to Thomas, when a dull thud came from the other end of the room. Tom gulped, she spun her heels around and walked silently over to a closet, from where the sound emanated. Susan placed her hand over Shaun’s eyes.

’Don’t…’ Thomas pleaded.

Susan swung the door open, then froze in horror. In the closet stood a man, bare naked. He had jet black hair, and a pair of piercing, blue eyes. He looked back at the ruined couple, and smiled awkwardly.