In the dimly lit chamber, tension hung heavy in the air like a shroud. Rizki, his eyes burning with righteous anger, had just thrown down the gauntlet. He demanded answers, and Derick, seated across from him, felt the weight of his accusation like a lead anchor.
Rizki's voice was firm as he fired the first shot, "If you don't want to answer it, then I will consider that you are doing it too much." The room fell silent, an eerie hush that seemed to stretch on for an eternity. Every gaze was fixed upon Derick, waiting for a response.
Derick leaned back in his chair, a flicker of defiance in his eyes. "I have no obligation to tell you such," he retorted, his voice dripping with disdain. Rizki's challenge had struck a chord, but Derick was not ready to surrender to the pressure.
