Within the opulent confines of the CEO's office, Sun Gang's carefully cultivated veneer of control had shattered, giving way to a maelstrom of unbridled fury. The once pristine sanctuary had become a battleground of his rage, littered with the shattered remnants of his outburst.
Papers lay strewn across the floor like fallen leaves, their contents scattered and forgotten amidst the chaos. A crystal decanter, once a testament to the finer tastes of the elite, now lay in pieces, its contents seeping into the plush carpeting, staining it with the bitter essence of broken dreams.
At the epicenter of this tempest stood Sun Gang, his chest heaving with ragged breaths, his eyes burning with a fury that threatened to consume him from within. His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides, as if grasping at the threads of control that had so utterly eluded him.
