The room was completely silent.
Not the comfortable kind of silence, but the kind that felt heavy, like the air itself had thickened, pressing down on everyone inside.
The hum of the distant elevator had long faded, and all that remained was the faint ticking of the digital clock on the wall and the soft, almost inaudible sound of Kent gritting his teeth.
His body was tense, fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, but his eyes, those furious, burning eyes stared blankly into space.
His expression wasn't just angry anymore. It was changing.
His brows, initially furrowed in frustration, slowly relaxed, the sheer rage in his eyes dimming slightly before something far more dangerous took its place.
Resolution.
Creed's words, his mocking smirk, the way he had humiliated him in front of everyone—it all played over and over in his mind, each memory stoking the fire in his chest.
