As Zachary ambulated through the dimly lit passageway, his mind swirled with the bitter aftertaste of losing the contract to Andrew, each step accompanied by the clenching of his fists, a tangible manifestation of his simmering anger.
The invitation to Andrew's party lingered in Zachary's thoughts, a festering suspicion that it was a calculated move to flaunt Andrew's triumph in his face. Yet, it was more than a mere assumption; it was an undeniable reality, a deliberate act by Andrew to revel in his victory.
Lost in the labyrinth of his ruminations, Zachary, with a sudden awakening, found himself in the midst of the passageway, a solitary figure in a contemplative journey. His frustrated groan echoed as he ruffled his hair, regretting his presence at the event, fueled by the mere prospe
