The Aron brothers sat in perfect synchronicity on the sofa, each of them cross-legged, their presence commanding the room with an unsettling calm. The security guard, the murderer, and the senior employees stood in a tense silence, feeling the weight of the brothers' gaze. One by one, the brothers surveyed the room, their stern expressions leaving no room for misunderstanding.
Ray, who had always been the steady anchor in any storm
, his presence commanding the attention of everyone in the room. His usual calm and composed demeanor had vanished, replaced by something cold, something sharp. His eyes, once filled with warmth, were now piercing as they swept over the room, landing on the employees huddled near the scene, their expressions a mixture of fear and confusion.
