Miguel stormed into Lee’s office, his footsteps heavy with frustration. Without hesitation, he slammed a folder onto the desk, papers scattering across the polished surface. His glare was sharp, his stance rigid with anger.
"Why are you interfering with my decisions?" he spat, voice edged with indignation. "I'm the General Manager, and my nephew happens to be the son of the company owner. My decisions should be respected—no questions asked. My word carries the same weight as Drake's, and just because you're the acting CEO doesn't mean you get to run things however you please. Not on my watch."
Lee barely flinched. His gaze drifted to the documents now in disarray on his desk before settling on the furious man before him. He let the silence stretch just enough to make Miguel’s irritation
