Nathaniel Rockerfeller stormed out of the office like a man possessed, the thick mahogany doors slamming shut behind him with a thunderous BANG that echoed down the marbled corridor. His jaw was clenched so tightly it looked as if his teeth might crack under the pressure. His fists were balled at his sides, nails digging into his palms, each step he took pounding against the polished floors like thunder. His designer shoes clicked aggressively with every furious stride, echoing through the vast halls of the Rockerfeller estate like gunshots.
"Sir—Mr. Rockerfeller! Sir, wait!" his assistant called out breathlessly from behind him.
But Nathaniel didn't stop. Didn't flinch. Didn't even glance back.
