One thing Gray despised more than anything was seeing people abuse their power.
Gray's mood, which had been calm and composed earlier, now turned sour. It brought him back to sad memories. Memories of his life when he was still scrambling for work. Memories of when he thought about killing himself because he got fired without a reason.
That situation was no different from the situation right now.
Gray stood up slowly from the chair. He grabbed the folder, placed it under his arms and stepped out of the office without uttering a single word.
The fluorescent lights of the back hallway flickered slightly overhead as he walked, his shoes tapping against the tiled floor.
Once he pushed through the double doors into the main store, he paused at the edge of the aisle, letting his eyes wander around. Customers moved in and out the rows of shelves, some comparing prices, others loading up baskets with the day's necessities.
