I hate those who wear glasses.

Fell onto the ground.

"Geez!" Charles yelled through gritted teeth, blowing out a sharp breath.

He swallowed hard, pushing himself up from the ground before stepping out of the compound. As he made his way down the street, he stretched out his hand and hailed a cab.

It took a while, but eventually, a cab pulled over by the side of the road, and Charles quickly stepped inside.

He gave the driver his destination, and after half an hour, they arrived at Gyapm Corporation.

Charles paid the fare and, without wasting a second, hurried into the Company building.

In the lobby, employees bustled from one end to another, their movements hurried yet calculated, each trying to maintain an air of composure despite the underlying tension in the atmosphere.

Some clutched stacks of documents, others adjusted their uniforms or whispered anxiously among themselves.

The usual hum of workplace chatter had been replaced with a quiet urgency.