Onyx United Building, 11:00 AM.
A strange atmosphere permeated the 17th-floor office. No one could focus on their work; they were all huddled together, whispering.
According to the secretary's hushed gossip in the breakroom, they learned that their boss, Blake, had canceled all his meetings that morning and had been holed up in his office, refusing to see anyone.
"I had just watched him go in," the secretary said, recounting the story vividly. "Then he suddenly let out a shout. I was about to go in, but he immediately stopped me and wouldn't let me in no matter what."
"Huh?" Her friend looked astonished. "What happened?"
"I don't know," the secretary said, shaking her head. "Who can say? It's not like Blake has some weird fetish, right? Where he couldn't hold it in and something just... fell out the moment he got into his office?"
"No way, right?" another person said with a frown. "That's too messed up."
