The entire building was in hustles, everyone running around frantically as if it was the initial hours of work when they were already past the off time.
According to their off time, they should be relented to leave for home but they were stuck here working with speed like they were running marathons for their lives. Their Boss hasn't been in the best of moods for almost a month now and nobody wanted to face the Demon King just yet.
He was cold and his office ceiling was forming glaciers because of the Antarctic waves he was emanating. They had all been curious to know who was the martyr, brave enough to have angered their Boss to this degree but they all cherished their lives very much to risk asking...
The slightest of mistake could cause you more than your job in the multi-national corporate these days when his mood was outright on the verge of going for a killing spree.
