What... what's going on?
The group of people, including Old Madam Jones who was observing from outside the reception room, were terrified by the scene in front of them.
Just a moment ago everything was going smoothly with the signing of the contracts. Everyone was kind and respectful to Snowden Jones, seemingly eager for her to sign the contract.
But within a minute's time, everyone's demeanour had changed dramatically. How could this be?
Old Madam Jones, sensing that something was wrong, immediately asked Will Jones to open the doors of the reception room and they entered.
By then, Snowden Jones was already slumped in her chair, looking absolutely drained. Her previous lively demeanor had faded, like frost-bitten brinjal turned limp and wilted.
"What..."
Everyone who saw this scene was taken off guard.