The conference room door slammed open, and Greg stood framed in the doorway, his presence electrifying the air. His piercing eyes blazed with fury, scanning the room as if searching for someone to hold accountable.
The loud argument ceased, replaced by an uncomfortable silence.
With deliberate slowness, Greg stepped into the room, his tall, imposing figure commanding attention. James followed behind, regarding some of the executives with a disdainful look.
The room seemed to shrink under Greg's intimidating gaze, some of the executives exchanging nervous glances. The air was heavy with tension.
"Am I interrupting something?" Greg's voice was low, even, and deadly. His gaze swept across the faces of the executives, his expression unreadable. The only sound was the soft thudding of their shoes as they moved.
