<strong>Emily</strong><br/><strong>At the office</strong><br/><strong>With Frank</strong><br/>"Oh? That's great, Emily!", Frank looked surprised for a moment, then smiled warmly and more confidently for the first time.<br/>"Looking forward to Sunday, than. Will you bring som...Whatwasdat?"<br/>The sounds everybody has heard are eerily similar to automatic fire and glass breaking.<br/>"Oh. My. God!", Frank says, looking from the your cubicle, then drops to the soft chair nearby.<br/>"Jimmy's got a gun... He's shot Ricky! Oh God, I don't want to die!"<br/>Ricky's the guard at the door. A beat cop that checks the visitors, unless he knows them.<br/>Or maybe he checked, depending on Jimmy's aim and whether it was his body that broke the glass door, or some bullets.