Chapter 86: No mood for niceties or etiquette
The reception area was an elegant space, an atmosphere of professionalism hanging in the air.
Ethan's agitation contrasted starkly with the composed demeanor of the people around as he walked in. His eyes blazed with an intensity that sent shivers down the receptionist's spine.
"I'm here to see your boss," Ethan demanded, his voice commanding the room's attention.
The receptionist, taken aback by his forceful tone, tried to maintain her composure. "Do you have an appointment, sir?"
"Take me to see your boss right now or show me the way to his office," Ethan demanded, his impatience evident in every word. He didn't care about niceties; he needed answers, and he needed them immediately.
Mike, his confidant, attempted to calm Ethan down, realizing the commotion could draw unwanted attention. However, Ethan's frustration only seemed to escalate.
The receptionist feeling timid And threatened reached for the phone when, the door burst open, revealing three security personnel who rushed in, responding to the disturbance. They approached Ethan, ready to escort him out.
Ethan already feeling frustrated and irritated at the receptionist Incompetence exploded
"GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF ME," his voice sliced through the tension like a knife. His calmness was unnerving, resonating with a raw authority that left everyone in the room in silent awe.
"AND YOU, CALL YOUR BOSS AND TELL HIM THAT ETHAN STERLING IS HERE TO SEE HIM," he commanded, his tone brooking no argument. The security personnel hesitated for a moment before one of them quickly reached for the phone, understanding the gravity of the situation.
Ethan stood there, his demeanor unwavering, the air thick with an impending storm. His unexpected presence disrupted the serene atmosphere of the office, signaling that something significant was about to unfold.