She was infuriated. Her fingers clicked against the keyboard with intent and she glared into the screen intensely. Every so often, her fingers would stop clacking and she would give a great sigh. She'd close her eyes for a few seconds then open them and begin typing again with a renewed fervor.

Jonathan honestly had no idea why she was upset. Vikki was usually never upset. Vikki was always happy. In fact, the entire office was baffled by this occurrence, but no one dared to go near to ask what was wrong. Those great sighs were simply too ominous to risk such a venture.

Jonathan felt guilty. He didn't know why. As far as he knew, he hadn't done anything to upset her. However, of everyone there, he was the one who knew her best, although that wasn't saying much. Nevertheless, it was on his shoulders to try to find out what was wrong. The casual acquaintances of Vikki hummed intently in the background, speculating on what would happen when he finally approached. It wasn't their duty to be the canon fodder. They were the spectators. Lucky, lucky acquaintances. Jonathan decided he would never be friendly again.