The room was thick with tension, every word spoken adding weight to the already suffocating atmosphere. Jerry's face was red with anger, veins bulging at his temples as he tried to make sense of the accusation thrown his way. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, visibly trembling, though whether from rage or frustration, it wasn't clear.
Zell, on the other hand, stood unnervingly calm, her voice devoid of any emotion, each word cutting through the air like ice. "We should be the ones asking you that question, Jerry. You had one job."
The quiet edge in her tone was enough to make Veda snap. "I told you not to use that tone on him," she hissed, her eyes narrowing as she stepped closer to Zell.
Reynolds, standing near the back, shifted nervously. His fingers twitched as he fidgeted, the unease etched across his face betraying his worry. He was in over his head, and it was starting to show. The room felt like a powder keg, one wrong word away from exploding.
