**Jake**

I slam the door behind me, the glass walls rattling from the impact. No one says anything inside my office. Each face looks just as shocked as the next. Even Nathan, who joined us shortly after the altercation, sits down on one of the couches, looking glum.

“This isn’t good,” he says once I finish explaining what happened.

“No, it isn’t,” I agree, sitting at my desk. Kait and Marcey sit on the couch next to Nathan, and we all take a moment to ...