Fallen Comrade Table Novels & Stories

My colleagues lowered their heads, pretending to work. No one dared to look our way. I stood up and followed Harold into the office. As soon as the door closed, he dumped everything in the folder onto the desk. There were several photos of me and Crystal entering my house the day before. "You sure are living it up, aren't you?" Harold said through gritted teeth, jabbing his finger into my chest. "You think you've won?" I simply stared at him without saying anything.