Inside the building, Davis and Jessica froze at the entrance to the main office, their breaths hitched at the sight before them.
The mess they saw outside now seemed minor compared to the devastation spread throughout the interior.
The entire reception area and main office area were in complete ruins. Shattered glass littered the tiled floor. Desks had been overturned and broken into pieces.
Some computers were missing altogether, while others were smashed beyond recognition. Wires hung from the ceilings, and papers were strewn everywhere like the aftermath of a storm. The walls bore scratches and cracks, and glass panels were broken.
It was as if a group of people had gone on a wild rampage, destroying everything in sight and taking anything that could be sold or used. This wasn’t simple vandalism—it was deliberate and cruel from the indicators.
Jessica covered her mouth with her hand in shock. "This looks like they had been in a serious fight," she whispered.
After the initial shock Jessica’s eyes moved slowly around the wrecked office taking every silent detail of the wreckage while her head constantly spinned with design concepts and styles that will suit the building during its renovation.
At intervals she stole a glance at Davis, trying to read his expression. Her heart tightened in trepidation. She silently prayed he would remain calm, hoping he wouldn’t break down from what he was seeing.
But instead after his initial outburst at the entrance. There was no other reaction—no shock, no sadness.
Davis sat there quietly, a strange calmness on his face, his expression was cold, too distant and calm—too calm. A faint, unreadable smile lingered on his lips.
That smile scared her. It wasn’t one of amusement or relief. It was distant and sharp, as if something inside him had snapped long ago and revenge slowly brewing.
Though he didn’t say a word, she could see him silently taking note of every broken item, every crack in the walls, every missing detail. His eyes were sharp, scanning everything with quiet intensity.
Jessica sighed softly. She wanted to say something comforting, to ease the burden she knew he carried. But words felt useless here.
There was nothing she could say that would fix the damage. Words couldn’t undo what had been done. "What could she possibly say to erase the wreckage of someone’s dreams?" She mused
They began walking deeper into the building. From the destroyed reception area, Davis guided her through what used to be the various departments.
Slowly and methodically, they checked each department. As they walked, Davis gave brief introductions to the various divisions and what their roles had been. He explained how far each team had advanced before everything fell apart.
Though the halls were silent now, he spoke about each section with a sense of pride and lingering sadness.
"This was our customer service department," he said quietly. "We had some of the best-trained representatives here. Quick, efficient, and respectful."
Jessica nodded, her eyes trailing the ruined desks and broken cubicle partitions.
"And over here," he pointed toward a hall that led into a darker room, "was our R&D department. I had high hopes for them. They were working on something that would have changed the game for us..."His voice trailed off.
He fell silent for a moment, his eyes scanning the remains of a once-busy floor. It wasn’t just a workplace to him—it was a vision, a dream he had poured himself into.
Jessica could sense the pain behind his calm exterior —the pain he tried to hide. For a moment, he looked proud again, remembering the progress they had made. But just as quickly, that pride faded, replaced by a quiet, bitter acceptance of the destruction.
"They really wanted everything gone," Jessica murmured.
Davis nodded. "Yes. Nothing was left to chance."
As they moved from one room to another, Jessica’s mind spun with questions. What kind of force would go to such lengths to ruin a company so thoroughly? What could have driven someone to do all this?
Who hated Davis enough to tear down everything he had built?
What had happened that day? Why hadn’t she heard about this side of the story? She wanted answers and wanted it really fast.
Finally, they reached what was supposed to be the CEO’s office. Jessica stopped in her tracks. The room was... empty. Completely. Not a single file, chair, not even the nameplate on the door or paper remained.
Jessica narrowed her eyes and turned to Davis. "Don’t you think something about this doesn’t add up?" she asked.
"This doesn’t look like a simple layoff," she continued, narrowing her eyes.
Davis arched a brow, curious. "What do you mean?"
"Like I said, this doesn’t look like your staff just walked away because of layoffs or a company shutdown. It looks like the place was emptied forcefully and intentionally."
She paused briefly,taking a quick glance around "It seems they were harassed. Maybe even threatened. Possibly beaten and dragged out. Like someone giving specific orders to clear this place out."
Davis nodded slowly. "You’re right. Go on, what else do you observe?"
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