In Blanks.
A somber atmosphere filled the room and no one dared to speak first.
"DAMNNNN it!" Ethan cursed and slammed his hands against the table.
BOOOOM.
The wood cracked then shattered, turning into splinters and dust beneath his palms.
Shockwaves echoed and splinters filled the hall yet no one blamed him. The air itself felt heavy with anger and helplessness.
"For real… you are doing bad things and when I ask you to stop, this is how you react." Ethan's voice was low and strained. Veins stood out along his wrist and his jaw was clenched tight.
Ray exhaled slowly and shook his head. The ashes of the table scattered on the floor.
"Father, I think you shouldn't have sent the warning message. That guy is a cold cruel man according to rumor who only acts for gains and benefits." His tone was calm but serious. "You should have filed a formal complaint."
Ethan shot him a glare. "Do you think I didn't!"
"You really did?" Randall asked in disbelief.
