Mr. Johnson stepped quietly into the office, expecting a warm welcome from Ford. He wore a neat navy-blue suit and held his black leather briefcase tightly, trying to appear confident. But the moment Ford raised his head and looked at him, something didn't feel right. Ford's eyes burned with cold anger, and the room felt unusually tense.
Mr. Johnson barely had time to greet him when Ford stood up abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. His voice thundered with fury.
"Were my words not clear enough?" he snapped, slamming his hand hard on the desk.
Mr. Johnson's eyes widened in shock. He froze for a moment, unable to speak. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. This was not the reception he had expected. Ford had always been firm but respectful. This… this was different. There was hostility in his tone, like he was holding back something deeper than anger, something personal.
