The room fell silent after Johnson's thunderous slap. The force of it reverberated through the air, leaving a stinging imprint on Ronaldo's cheek. His eyes widened in shock, and he staggered backward, clutching his face.
Johnson's anger was palpable. His face was crimson, veins bulging at his temples.
The slap had been more than physical; it was an expression of frustration, betrayal, and pent-up rage.
The security chief's blunder was unfathomable. For years, he had upheld an impeccable record, known for his unwavering strictness and unwavering loyalty to his job. Yet, in a single moment, he had shattered that reputation, leaving everyone dumbfounded
Henry, the third member present there, stood frozen, torn between concern for Roynaldo and fear of Johnson's wrath. He knew that their chances of solving the case hinged on cooperation, but Johnson's fury threatened to derail everything.
