"What the hell is it with today?!" a man's roar echoed down the corridor along with the sound from a crutch crashing to the floor. The man grabbed the wall to somehow stay on his feet. Emily couldn't boast of the same.
Her butt landed in the same place as the wooden assistant of her unfortunate colleague.
"Oh hello, Mr. Denver." Emily rubbed her bruised spot and was about to get up, but the man had already grabbed her by the elbow and put her to her feet.
"Miss Hayes, I'm starting to think you've been given a secret mission to break my other leg," Christian muttered, bending down for a crutch.
Emily, as an attentive and well-mannered person, decided to do the same.
Luck clearly had a dark sense of humor about these two.
"Auch." Instead of helping the man, her forehead made another attempt to cripple Denver, colliding with the victim's head.
"Miss Hayes!" exploded Christian, rubbing his bruised forehead, "Are you doing this on purpose?!"