ROROM'S POV
I stood shivering before the CEO, a chill running through me from head to toe. It felt like I was carrying a big weight while looking to wander up at the fluorescent lights on the ceiling that seemed to be flickering almost apologetically. The air was heavy, heavy with the weight of an accusation.
"Sorry sir," I stammered, trying to shape the right words to say. My voice quieted in a barely perceptible tremor, and I swallowed hard to compose myself, though my throat felt dry and constricted. "I think this is a mistake," I went on, trying to clear my name like a desperate evader.
How did I say that before the end of the sentence? Roman's face turned crimson with rage, and the next second, his eyes poured in fury as if a blast of high voltage had shot through his body. His ey
