Jonathan caught up to Poul near the main entrance of the White House. Poul was pulling out a small box where he kept his tobacco, opened it, and lit a cigarette.
"Hey, Poul, hold up," Jonathan called out, slightly out of breath from rushing to catch him.
Poul turned to face Jonathan, a stern expression on his face as he took a drag from his cigarette. "What is it, Jonathan? Can't you see I need a moment to myself?"
"I know, I know," Jonathan replied, trying to remain calm. "But we need to talk about how you handled yourself in there. You can't just storm out like that."
Poul exhaled a puff of smoke, looking irritated. "Well, what did you expect me to do? Smile and nod while they talk about dragging us in front of Congress?"
"No, but you could have at least kept your composure," Jonathan said, trying to reason with him. "This isn't just about you and me anymore. It's about the company, our employees, and the projects we've worked so hard on."
