"This can't be real, right?"
The man seated at his desk asked, his voice tinged with a mixture of anger and frustration as he slammed a thick document onto the polished wood. His broad shoulders hunched, and the veins on his forehead bulged slightly, a testament to the stress boiling beneath the surface.
Turning his chair with a heavy sigh, he fixed his piercing gaze on the young man standing before him.
"It is what it is, boss," the young man said with a shrug, his tone casual but tinged with resignation. He scratched his head in a gesture of frustration before dropping into one of the empty chairs in the office. "We did everything we could, but nothing's working out. Nothing's coming together."
The older man leaned back, his leather chair creaking under his weight. He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes briefly, trying to suppress the headache building within him.
