Just then, the administrative director pushed the door open again. His expression was even grimmer than it had been just now, and his forehead was beaded with sweat.
"Daniel, Vivian, Victoria, Harold requests your immediate presence in Conference Room 1."
He paused for a moment, then added, "Mr. Nelson's video call has already been connected. Harold is extremely angry."
'Extremely angry—from this normally smooth, tactful administrative director, those words meant Harold was probably already throwing things around the room.'
The air in Conference Room 1 was so oppressively heavy that it was hard to breathe.
Harold Gomez, the founding partner, sat in the center, tapping his two fingers incessantly on the tabletop, each beat sounding like the tick of a countdown timer.
The coffee cup in
