Before Rowan could even hear Lucian, the man in the hoodie had made his move.
The man reached into the box, his arm drew back and he hurled a packaged meal directly at Rowan's face.
The container hit Rowan's cheek with a wet smack, exploding on impact.
Food splattered across his face, his suit and even his hair.
"Murderer! You are killing your staff! How many more will you kill?" the man screamed. And before anybody could react, his hand dove into the box again and another package flew through the air.
This one hit Rowan's shoulder.
Then another. And another.
The man was throwing them as fast as he could grab them, each one exploding against Rowan's body, sauce, noodles and meat splattering everywhere.
Rowan was too stunned to move, or maybe it was guilt holding his feet rooted to the ground. Guilt that it was his fault his staff were lying in the hospital and someone had already died. Someone who didn't deserve untimely death.
