The heavy silence in the room was oppressive. Alisha stood by the door for a moment longer, her heart racing from the anger that had surged through her only moments before. Her voice, sharp and commanding, still echoed in the air. "You're both acting like kids," she spat, her frustration bleeding through with every word. "I don't care how you do it, sort yourselves out, and secondly, if you won't get along, prepare to leave first thing in the morning," she retorted.She had wanted to shake some sense into them both, but instead, she had stormed out, feeling every inch the woman tired of trying to maintain peace in a room full of egos.