"My office. Now!" His voice boomed, filled with authority and anger, echoing through the hallway before he stormed off towards the direction of his office.
"Oh boy." Lance muttered under his breath, feeling a cold sweat break out across his brow. Fear constricted his chest like a vice as he followed Dominique toward the office. His usually steady hands trembled slightly, betraying the anxiety gnawing at him.
Even Axel, who was typically stoic, felt his stomach churn with unease. His usually impassive face was tight, jaw clenched so hard it ached. He cast a brief glance at Liam, whose relief was evident in the way his shoulders slightly relaxed. Though Liam kept his expression carefully neutral, the flicker of relief in his eyes didn't go unnoticed.
