A senior manager cleared his throat, voice tentative. "Mr President… that will be all for now, yes?"
Ting Cheng's smirk returned, faint but sharp. "Yes. That will be all. You are all dismissed."
The screen went quiet, but the tension didn't dissipate immediately. The directors and managers exchanged uneasy glances, some releasing held breaths, others straightening chairs and muttering affirmations.
The weight of his words, his presence, even from a car, still hung heavy over the room.
Secretary Li exhaled softly, leaning back slightly. "What time are you guys coming back? It's getting late and it's not safe out there!"
"We will be back soon..." He hung up the call immediately. The screens turned dark and the place regained its quietness.
The call ended, and the screen dimmed into silence. For a long moment, the boardroom's tension seemed to echo even in the stillness of the car.
