The clock struck 8:01 AM when the last stragglers finally settled into the conference room. Carlos's sharp gaze swept across the attendees as he snapped open his folder. "Those who barely made it in at eight," he stated coldly, voice sharp as a blade, "consider your monthly bonuses forfeited. Report to accounting immediately."
A chill swept through the room. His assistant stood frozen, discreetly clearing his throat.
"Speaking of which," Carlos continued, his tone dangerously calm, "were yesterday's contracts printed?"
His eyes locked onto a junior employee several seats away. She shifted nervously, her gaze darting about. "I-I didn't finish printing them!" she stammered, rubbing her neck anxiously.
He snapped the folder shut. "I said these were needed for today's meeting. They were se
