Without wasting another moment, Mr. Zakaria's voice broke through the charged silence of the hall, laced with sharp frustration and barely restrained fury.
"With all due respect, General," he began, his tone cold but still holding the edge of politeness, "what the hell is going on here?"
Then he took a bold step forward, his hands slightly raised in disbelief. "You don't just walk into my home, into an event I personally hosted, and storm it like it's a battlefield. This is not a war zone this is a private celebration, and these are my guests. My family. My friends."
He pointed around the room, trying to keep his composure, though the irritation in his voice was clear. "Whatever it is you're here for, you have no right to barge in and disrupt everything. Now, I'll ask again what exactly brought you here, and why with such force?"
