Peanut Butter

Paul took a deep breath before stepping into the prosecutor's office. He had managed to gain entry easily thanks to a friend working there. Knowing exactly where Rain's office was, he made his way directly to her department.

He knocked on the door and entered. "Excuse me, how can we help you?" a woman at the front desk asked.

"I'm here to see Prosecutor Rain Clayton," Paul replied.

"I'm sorry, but Prosecutor Clayton is on leave right now. You can come back on Monday if you'd like to see her," the woman informed him.

Paul's face darkened. "On leave?" he echoed, disbelief lacing his voice. It was unlike Rain to take time off, especially when she had just started. "Why?" he demanded.

His raised voice caught the attention of everyone in the room. A man approached him, trying to defuse the situation. "Can I have your name so I can let her know you stopped by?" he asked politely.