Dead Meat

“I’m glad you’re here,” Sheldon declared as soon as he saw me. He strides confidently, clad in sleek black attire that contrasts elegantly with his fair complexion, creating a striking and sophisticated build. His hair was a tousled chaos with each rebellious strand escaping in every direction as if trying to break free from the confines of order, and his face… I guess he does have a very bad day, huh?

“I bet you do,” I replied with a bit of sarcasm.

He rolled his eyes and grabbed my wrist before dragging me inside Bryce’s office.

I was shocked to see what was happening inside.

The office was a labyrinth of disorder with the papers scattered, folders standing at precarious angles, and a chaotic jumble of cables snaking their way across the desk. I looked at Bryce who was holding a lengthy cable and was trying to choke someone by using it.

“Bryce, please stop!” Sheldon shouted in desperation.

Bryce acted as if he didn’t hear Sheldon. He ignored him and instead focused on choking th