The tension in the conference room was tight enough to suffocate everyone in the room. The tantrum stayed between Dreston, Tina and Cassienne. No one was speaking now. The matter had taken a new turn and Dreston wanted answers. Then, suddenly, the door opened. Steve, Dreston’s assistant, stepped inside quietly, his polished shoes didn't even make a sound. He offered a brief nod as he entered, his calm presence cutting through the charged atmosphere. Somehow, his arrival eased the pressure in the room. “I need to speak to you, sir,” Steve said, his voice respectful, but urgent. Dreston turned to him. “Go on.” “Alone, sir.” Dreston narrowed his eyes, immediately sensing the urgency beneath Steve’s composed tone. He shifted his gaze to the two women. Cassienne seated, composed as ever, and Tina still standing, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as if holding her dignity together by sheer force. Dreston rose from his chair. Whatever Steve had to say must be important enough to
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