A Good Sign.

Bowen rushed at Amara like a race car, hands stretched out with the utmost intention of harming her, but before he could reach her, his face collided with a fist. Tobias, the owner of the hand, had managed to stop Bowen, and was now standing between him and Amara. “What do you think you’re doing?” Bowen, who was shocked and slightly confused at what had just happened, couldn’t find his voice. But a few seconds later, his eyes, which were previously filled with rage and anger, cleared up the moment they landed on Tobias. His previous emotion was now replaced with fear, a certain amount of Fear that came only when one laid eyes on Tobias Larsen. “Get up,” Tobias demanded, calmly, as he took a step back, giving room for the man to stand. Bowen, who still had the fear of God in him, complied. “What are you doing, attacking a woman in a corporate building?” “S-s-she-“ Bowen began, his voice shaking and stuttering as he pointed an accusing finger in Amara’s direction. “She-she…s-she’s the on