Chaos

The silence was thick and heavy, pressing down on everyone in the room. The air felt stifling, a storm brewing just beneath the surface.

Greg's face was pale, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. He was trying—desperately—to form an argument, a defense, anything.

And then, he snapped.

"BULLSHIT!" Greg suddenly shouted, his voice echoing off the walls. "This is bullshit! That video—it's out of context!"

Nobody reacted.

Because nobody believed him.

Greg's breathing hitched, his eyes darting around the room, realizing.

Realizing that he was done.

That everyone knew.

That he was, from this moment on, a dead man walking.

And like a cornered animal, Greg did what every coward does when they have nothing left.

He lashed out.