Third Person.
Mayor Brackham stormed back into the conference room as the heavy doors closed behind him with a sharp thud.
The senators and advisors who had stayed behind were already waiting, their faces tight with restrained anger.
For a moment, no one spoke. Then Senator Klayne, a lean man with a hawk-like face, broke the silence.
"Well," he said, his voice dripping with disdain, "that was quite the spectacle. I don't remember inviting an animal to sit at our table and lecture us about morality."
Murmurs of agreement rippled across the room. Another senator slammed his palm against the polished table. "Arrogant beast. Speaking to us like we are beneath him—"
"Enough," Brackham snapped, his voice echoing through the room. He paced slowly to his chair, his face a mask of cold calculation rather than fury.
"You think I didn't notice his tone? His arrogance? The way he flaunted himself in front of us? Believe me, I saw it all."
