White If I Had It My Way Mr. White finally releases Ted’s arm. All eyes are focused in our direction. Not one person dared to come to Ted's rescue. Mr. White steps back. His chest heaves up and down. Ted sits on the bar stool massaging his arm with his head down. My boss gives him a final look of warning before grabbing me by the hand. I snatch my purse from the bar just as he's pulling me away.
I'm practically running to keep up with his quick, long strides. We storm out of the hotel and straight into the parking lot.
He releases my hand once we are near his car. “Get in.”
I stare at him as he makes his way to the driver’s side. I can’t speak. I can barely breathe. I’ve never been in a fight nor have I been so close to one before. I open the car door and take my place in the passenger’s seat. I don’t close the door. Mr. White drops heavily into the driver’s seat. He tears his tie from around his neck then bangs the steering wheel a few times with his fist.
I want to console him but I don’t know what to do.
