"Come in."
Ric pushed the door open to find Connie stood in the middle of the office. Her clothes were crumpled and he was sure she had worn the same blouse yesterday. Her makeup was smudged with black streaks of mascara all over her face.
"Connie."
"Yes? What do you want?"
She tried desperately to act professionally even though she knew she looked a state. It was difficult for her not to break down in tears though. Now it was morning everything seemed different. She wasn't sure Michael had done anything wrong at all, not enough to force her to leave him anyway.
"Connie, what's happened?"
"Nothing. Was there anything you needed?"
"Connie, it looks like you slept here, are you sure nothing's happened?"
"Nothing at all. Now why did you come in?"
Ric could tell that it wasn't nothing. He was sure that Connie had had been crying. Her face was tear stained and her eyes were red. If she wouldn't tell him what the problem was though, he could do nothing to help her.