The room fell silent, the weight of his presence stifling.
“I asked a question” Eric said, his tone sharp and impatient. “What is the meaning of this commotion?”
"Who said you could start a fight in my office"
Eric West’s piercing eyes swept over the office, his expression a volatile mix of anger and suspicion as the room remained silent.
The CEO of Western Steel stood tall, his presence dominating the room as he surveyed the scene.
The sight of his COO, Woodrow Taft, the disheveled guards, and the strangers standing in his office was enough to set his jaw tightly.
“What.. I ask again” Eric said, his voice sharp and cold “is going on here?”
Woodrow was quick to step forward, smoothing his suit as he gestured toward Lisa, Lloyd, and Grace.
“These... individuals are trespassers, Eri
