Another day passed and the movie movement didn't slow down it speed by another leap.
People were shocked, some where happy some were regretting
And there was the Virex CEO.
The Virex CEO had been sitting in his own house for hours, but it didn't feel like rest.
It felt like exile.
His phone kept buzzing, again and again, the same voices, the same tone, the same warning dressed as advice. Apologize. Fix it. Go and kneel if you have to. Because if the pressure didn't stop, the next call wouldn't be a "suggestion." It would be a decision.
He barely touched food. He barely spoke. His wife watched him from across the room like she was trying to measure how far his temper had gone, and that alone irritated him more. Not because she did anything wrong, but because he hated being seen like this.
Eventually, he stood up, grabbed his keys, and left without saying much.
