Richard

As I got out of my dad's office, only then did I feel the bead of sweat that had formed as moist on my forehead. I managed to walk to my office before venting out my deep inner anger. 

I squeezed hard the newspaper in my hand and threw it angrily inside the waste bin. That still didn't stifle my anger, so I threw the briefcase in my hand across the room angrily. By now, I was sweating profusely. 

I pulled off my suit and loosened my tie. My morning was ruined and there was no point looking corporate. 

I tapped my feet on the ground and closed my eyes trying to trace the source of the news to a particular person but no one came to mind just yet. 

I thought hard for a few minutes before my phone vibrated in my pocket. 

I brought it out and saw an email. An email from the same company I had signed a contract with recently. 

She had probably seen the news. She's a feminist and would of course take something of such quite personal.