"What?!" Jordan's outburst cut through the air like a thunderclap, making everyone in the room snap their heads toward him.
His eyes blazed with frustration, his posture radiating barely contained fury.
His mother, though familiar with his fiery temperament and underlying motives, refused to let the situation spiral. She straightened her shoulders, exuding an air of control.
"And what, pray tell, is going on in my house right now?" he asked, his voice ice-cold yet tinged with an unsettling calm.
His mother clearing her throat lightly, she attempted to defuse the tension.
Turning to their guests with a warm but deliberate smile, she said, "Oh, Jordan, you're back from work." Her tone shifted, becoming almost unnervingly cheerful. "I suppose introductions aren't entirely necessary since you've likely already guessed. "
