Each minute detail, every frame of footage, and every photograph was analyzed meticulously. The attorney knew that within this trove of visual evidence lay the key to understanding the peculiar accident.
Amidst the relentless tirades and insults, he found himself grappling with questions about his own self-worth as a legal expert.
"Do I truly deserve this humiliation?" he pondered, questioning the integrity of his chosen profession.
The constant barrage of verbal abuse led him to question whether his legal expertise had any real value, or if he was merely a commodity to be purchased with Jansen's ill-gotten wealth.
His emotions were stretched to their limits, and the weight of Jansen's demands and his own internal reflections took a toll on his psychological well-being.
The emotional turbulence within him was a battle that raged in tandem with his efforts to uncover the truth behind Jansen's accident.
***
Draped in luxurious pajamas, the man's face contorted with a mix of irritation and disbelief. Without hesitation, he lashed out, using his crippled leg to forcefully send nearby objects scattering across the room. His outburst was a visceral reaction to the distressing report he had just received.
He fumed at the news of a substantial drop in revenue, unable to accept that his business empire, which had once thrived on the fruits of corruption and greed, was now crumbling. Frustration swelled within him as he searched for someone to blame.
"Hey, you!" he barked, addressing his interim manager. "Are you telling me that you can't even handle your temporary responsibilities properly, huh?" His voice dripped with anger and accusation, holding the employee accountable for what he saw as a grave failure.
His neck veins bulged, his face turned a deep shade of crimson, and his breath came in ragged gasps. In that intense moment, the man's fury threatened to consume him entirely.
Before him, the hapless employee prayed, his pleas focused on the precarious future that might never align with their once-illustrious plans.
The interim manager, feeling the weight of the accusation, tried to maintain his composure. He responded, "I understand the situation is dire, but we're doing our best to address it."
This only seemed to enrage the man further. "Our best? Our best is not enough! My empire is crumbling before my eyes, and you stand here talking about your best? You dumb pig!" His rage knew no bounds as he hurled insults at the man who had been serving as his interim manager.
Such cruelty was a hallmark of Jansen's reign in the high-stakes world of big business. He was never one to handle problems maturely, and his unrelenting temper remained a thorn in the side of his employees.
The revolving door of departures and arrivals, marked by those who left out of frustration and new faces replacing them, was a testament to the volatile nature of Jansen's leadership.
"I was away for just a short time, and this is what happens? Incompetence at its finest!" Jansen continued to berate the hapless manager, showing no signs of mercy.
"Forgive me, Sir," the manager stammered, "but while you were ill, our business competitors took the opportunity to aggressively market their products. They offered lower prices, making it seem like they guaranteed superior quality."
Rage twisted Jansen's face, and in a fit of anger, he flung the elderly manager with the report. The production report was sent hurtling through the air, causing the entire room to quiver with the force of his fury.
"Hey, do I pay you to complain?" Jansen's voice crackled with fury. "Are you suggesting you didn't play both sides when I was sick? Do you believe I'm too naive to see who leaked my condition to our rivals? You treacherous fool!" Jansen's accusation hung heavily in the air.
The elderly man's face displayed a mix of confusion as he faced Jansen. However, his body seemed to freeze, a combination of fear and dread colliding to break his resolve.
With trembling steps, he chose to leave abruptly, wanting to put some distance between himself and Jansen's intense wrath.
The elderly man muttered to himself, "Why is he so confident in his foolishness? Any journalist would undoubtedly cover the major news of a young, successful, and famous businessman's accident."
The thoughts churned within the elderly man's mind as he contemplated Jansen's irrational behavior. He couldn't help but wonder why Jansen seemed so sure that the accident wouldn't attract the attention of journalists.
***
The beauty of the sparkling glass indicates its identity regarding price and rarity, but then it captures Jansen's attention to be thrown at the old man fleeing in helplessness against business dictators like Jansen.
However, as expected from an untalented and never-trained slingshot wielder, the throw's accuracy, ranging from zero to one percent, results in the lawyer receiving a thrilling prize at the beginning of his presence.
The thick, dark-colored, and fishy-smelling liquid doesn't take long to adorn the lawyer's head and forehead; even some drops land on his forehead, hair, and scatter on the floor.
"Curses, I missed, it seems. Well, did you manage to get what I ordered?" Acting like a cold-blooded emperor indifferent to his subordinates but demanding loyalty, Jansen disregards the lawyer's injury and focuses on his own concerns.
"Well, hold on. You injured my head, Sir. That caused a momentary pause in my thoughts. Besides, there's a chance I could have died from that throw, and then you wouldn't have a capable lawyer like me," he says coldly. His eyes narrow sharply, conveying all his frustration without words.
"Oh? Are you bleeding? Where's the wound?" Jansen asks with his unbearable arrogant expression. He waves his hand, instructing the lawyer to come closer, then touches and turns the lawyer's face in the most unethical way—literally slapping him with a bit of force.
"I don't see it? Where's your injury?"
"Sir—"
"Oh, here it is," Jansen remarks upon discovering the source of blood on the left side of the lawyer's head.
"Indeed, you might want to be more cautious from now on—"