Alex sat with an almost unnerving composure, his gaze locked onto Arthur.]
The gunshot hadn't echoed through the room, sharp and final, yet the bullet had missed its mark—veering off through the window behind him instead.
The crisp sound of shattered glass still lingered in the air as Alex slowly turned his head, his eyes tracing the neat, jagged hole the bullet had carved into the pane.
But instead of frustration or shock, a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. With an exhale that carried more amusement than fear, he shifted his gaze back to Arthur, his voice as smooth as ever.
"It seems your plan has failed... terribly," Alex murmured, his tone edged with mockery.
Arthur's face darkened with fury, and in an instant, he stormed forward, closing the distance between them with heavy, deliberate strides.
The moment he reached the desk, his hands slammed against the surface, the force reverberating through the room.