FLASHBACK
(That day at the office)
"How could you be so careless?" he roared, his voice reverberating off the walls as he paced back and forth in his dimly lit office. The intensity of his anger was palpable, filling the room with an electric tension.
"She's bound to find out sooner or later, whether you choose to believe it or not," I retorted, my voice echoing with the same intensity as his. The words hung in the air, charged with a sense of urgency and impending revelation.
"I've always been against keeping secrets from her; she deserves to know everything. Otherwise, she could be in grave danger. At the very least, she should be aware of the risks she's facing," I added, sinking into one of the plush leather chairs, my frustration palpable in the air. The weight of responsibility settled heavily on my shoulders as I contemplated the potential consequences of withholding vital information.
