The Aron brothers sat in perfect synchronicity on the sofa, each of them cross-legged, their presence commanding the room with an unsettling calm. The security guard, the murderer, and the senior employees stood in a tense silence, feeling the weight of the brothers’ gaze. One by one, the brothers surveyed the room, their stern expressions leaving no room for misunderstanding.
Ray, who had always been the steady anchor in any storm
, his presence commanding the attention of everyone in the room. His usual calm and composed deanor had vanished, replaced by sothing cold, sothing sharp. His eyes, once filled with warmth, were now piercing as they swept over the room, landing on the employees huddled near the scene, their expressions a mixture of fear and confusion.
His chest rose and fell with a deliberate breath, his hands slowly unclenching at his sides as he took a single step forward, the sound of his shoes against the floor echoing in the silence. The air seed to thicken with the weight of his gaze, and when he finally spoke, his voice cut through the tension like a knife.
"What the hell is going on here?" Ray’s tone was so cold, it almost felt unnatural, as if the man who had been so kind and caring monts ago had been replaced by soone else entirely. His brow furrowed in disapproval, his posture rigid as he took another slow, deliberate step forward, his eyes narrowing on the employees who dared not et his gaze.
The employees, visibly nervous, shifted on their feet, their eyes flickering between one another, desperate for soone to speak up but too afraid to make the first move. Ray’s jaw clenched, his patience thinning as the silence stretched.
His gaze landed on the senior employee, a man who had always been reliable, but who now seed to shrink under the weight of Ray’s stare. The man swallowed hard, his hands fumbling nervously at his sides, but before he could muster the courage to speak, Ray’s voice ca again, sharper this ti.
"I asked," he said slowly, his tone dripping with icy authority, "what the hell is going on here?"
The senior employee flinched, his eyes wide as he quickly stepped forward, his hands raised slightly as if to placate the storm brewing in Ray’s expression.
Ray’s fury was palpable, his eyes blazing with a dangerous intensity as he turned toward the bodyguards, who were still holding the barely conscious r. His voice, when it ca, was low and simring with anger, each word laced with an unspoken threat.
"And you," he spat, his eyes narrowing at the guards. "Even though you were here, a r still managed to enter the CEO’s office, assault her, drug her, and who knows what else he planned to do. But you just stood there. What did I hire you for? To stand like statues by the door while chaos unfolds?"
The bodyguards stiffened, their faces paling as they felt the weight of Ray’s wrath. A heavy silence fell over the room, the pressure mounting as every person present seed to shrink under Ray’s unforgiving gaze. The bodyguards exchanged uneasy glances, sweat beginning to form on their foreheads as they stood there, fully aware that any wrong move could escalate the situation further.
In that charged mont, it seed like everyone had montarily forgotten about the crippled r, slumped against the bodyguards. But the mories rushed back—the terrifying figure he had once been. Before his fall from grace, the r had been a man who commanded the waters, wielding unimaginable power over the tides, shaking entire regions with his re presence. He had once been a force to be reckoned with, and now, he lay broken and humiliated.
Just as the tension seed unbearable, the door burst open, and Ray’s second aunt hurriedly entered the room, her eyes widening as she took in the chaotic scene. Her gaze fell upon the r, bloodied and beaten, then shifted to Ismay, who was leaning heavily on Jay’s shoulder, looking fragile and shaken.
The second aunt shuddered, her breath catching in her throat. "Oh my god! Are you alright, Doctor?" Her voice trembled as she addressed Ismay, her hands nervously twitching at her sides. But sothing in the room made her pause. Her eyes darted around, searching for sothing—or soone. The tension froze her in place, and then she stopped, her gaze landing on Ray.
Ray’s expression darkened further, and he rose slowly from his seat, his movents deliberate and controlled. He straightened to his full height, towering over the room as he coldly addressed his second aunt. "Vice President," he called out, his tone dripping with venom.
The second aunt visibly flinched at the formal use of her title, her expression flickering as she realized the storm she had just walked into. "Yes, Chairman?" she stamred, trying to maintain her composure.
Ray’s voice rose suddenly, his fury no longer restrained. "Is this how you do your job? Huh? Who gave you the authority to suspend the secretary I personally hired? And worse, to bring *this*—" he pointed at the r with disgust—"into this company?"
The second aunt’s face paled, and she glanced nervously between the beaten r and Ray, her eyes wide with shock and fear. She shook her head, her voice trembling. "My child... I didn’t know! I checked his qualifications, his personality—everything was in order. I couldn’t have known he would harbor such... terrible intentions toward our daughter-in-law!"
Ray’s hand clenched into a fist, his knuckles white. His voice, though not as loud, was filled with the kind of rage that left no room for argunt. "I didn’t ask for an explanation on how you hired him. I asked *who* gave you the authority to make any decisions regarding the hiring of secretaries or employees in this group without my permission?"
The second aunt froze, her breath catching as she realized the gravity of the situation. The entire room seed to hold its breath, waiting for what would co next, as Ray stood there, his eyes boring into her, leaving no doubt that he would accept nothing less than the truth.
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