Joshua Sulliven sneered and rose from the sofa, "So you're playing the artistic youth now."
After having a bit of stuff, Joshua started to host the meeting, summoning the high officials. His face was always sternly overcast, like a dense gathering of dark clouds, making everyone in the grand building feel the breathless pressure emanating from him.
"Take them all back and redo them!" Joshua slammed who knows which set of documents in front of a few supervisors, making everyone uneasy first thing in the morning as if he had ingested gunpowder.
After the supervisors left the room, they all heaved a huge sigh of relief, one after another leaning against the wall for a while, some with weakened legs.
Not until late into the night, seeing that Joshua still had no intention of going back, did Stuart Truman's eyebrows furrow tighter and tighter, contemplating what he could do.
