"Mr. Lynch..."
The female manager entered the room and immediately knelt on the ground, full of guilt, "On behalf of 'Every Moment', I offer our sincerest apologies to you and your companion!"
She bowed down, lowered her head, and pressed her forehead against the carpet within the cabin.
Over the past few days, if you weren't a fool, you could sense that some uncontrollable things were happening on the ship.
Being on a ship, not a home court, the Federation's wealthy individuals preferred to stay in their rooms, having food, drink, and other necessities delivered to them.
This facilitated the captain's control and management of the ship but also silently increased the pressure for everyone during the process.
Pressure is akin to "the more you try to endure, the angrier you get." If not relieved initially, it easily forms an environment of internal high pressure.
