Forced Words, Silent Resentment (I)

"The moment you spoke of outwitting others through payment and boasting of your success," Centric's voice echoed with a subtle weight, each word deliberate, carrying the quiet pride of an artist admiring his own masterpiece. His tone painted Kal's actions as a silent declaration of triumph, as though Kal had played some grand game and emerged victorious.

But Karl had heard enough. "Stop sprouting nonsense!" Karl roared, his right fist clenching tightly across his chest, veins bulging with restrained fury. His voice cracked like thunder across the night air.

"It was your subordinate is abusing his authority over the merchant, right behind my Boss!" Karl's hand shout out, pointing accusingly at Kal, but his eyes never wavered from Centric's gaze. There was no fear there, only burning defiance.