I stormed out of the office, the door slamming shut behind me with a force that made the walls shake. My mind was a storm of anger and frustration, a chaotic whirl of thoughts about Milan and Eli's blatant disregard for my authority. How dare they both undermine me like this? I could barely contain the boiling rage inside me.
The city streets seemed to blur as I made my way to the bar, each step an effort to keep my fury in check. I needed a release, a way to drown out the relentless anger that threatened to consume me. The neon lights of the bar flickered in the distance, a beacon of temporary escape from the maddening reality.
I pushed through the bar's heavy wooden door and was greeted by the familiar haze of cigarette smoke and the low murmur of conversation. It was a far cry from the polished environment of my office, but tonight, that was exactly what I needed. I headed straight for the bar, my movements brisk and purposeful.
