On that particular day, I was escorting a client through our company's manufacturing facility.
To my surprise, I caught sight of Henry outside the premises.
I instinctively scowled, attempting to pass by without acknowledging him. But he noticed me and promptly grasped my arm.
"Release me!" I demanded icily.
Yet Henry remained unmoved. Instead, his gaze flickered suspiciously between me and the client.
His tone was laced with rage and anguish. "Is this the individual you're involved with now?"
He gestured towards the client at my side, his words laced with contempt. "A homely, corpulent elderly man? Lianna, how could you stoop so low?"
Before I could reply, the client acted first. He pointed directly at Henry, prepared to confront him physically. "Who are you? And why are you speaking in such a manner?"
I swiftly intervened to ease the tension, pressing down on the client's hand.