Comfort (Part 1)
Martin sat at his desk with his head in his hands. It was Friday afternoon, but it felt like he had been at the office for days. It was a slow day and everyone was catching up on paperwork.
Just then, his cell phone rang. He glanced at his caller ID and groaned when he recognized the number.
"Hey Dad."
"Martin....I uh...Well, I have some bad news." He paused, clearly uncomfortable. "Your aunt died."
"What?!" Martin's eyes went wide. He saw Vivian and Samantha glance at him, and he quickly went outside, wanting privacy.
Vivian and Sam had been working together nearby. They looked up, startled, when they hear Martin. Sam threw Vivian a worried look. Vivian watched Martin pacing back and forth outside, then turned to Sam and shrugged.
Martin hung up his phone and stood looking down at the street belows. He sighed, running his hands through his hair. He couldn't believe it. His father just called him to tell him his aunt died a week ago, and the funeral was tomorrow. It was too much to absorb. He went back inside, figuring it was best to keep working and try to forget for now.
Sam heard Martin come back in and looked up. He looked lost. He flopped into his chair and sighed. She stood up and went over to him.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he said, staring at the desk and avoiding her eyes.
Sam shrugged and went back to her desk.
This is my first fanfic...so if it's terrible...i want to know. Please review.