Upon hearing what Ethan just said.
The manager's eyes widened, a flicker of panic crossing his face as he watched Ethan calmly return to his seat. "What… what are you doing?" the manager stammered, his voice shaky. He glanced at the door, then back at Ethan, as though trying to piece together a puzzle that didn't make sense.
"You locked the door? Why?"
At that moment Ethan leaned back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other, his expression unreadable. "What else would I do?" he said simply, his tone casual, almost dismissive.
However the manager, unable to contain his growing unease, darted toward the door.
without wasting anymore time he gripped the handle tightly and twisted, but it didn't budge. His hands fumbled, yanking and pulling, but the door remained stubbornly closed.
At that moment his frustration mounted as he turned back to Ethan, his face pale. "How the hell did you lock this door?" he demanded.
