Her heels clicked sharply on the tile floor.

She walked out of the conference room without looking back and without waiting for an answer.

The heavy glass door swung shut behind her.

I watched through the interior window as Pamela crossed the bank lobby.

She didn’t stop at the teller counter.

She walked straight out the front doors into the afternoon air, leaving him behind for good.

Dustin stood up from his leather chair.

He kept his hands stuffed deep in his pockets, jingling his loose keys back and forth.