'What Are You Gonna Do About It?'

"Oh? You seem upset," Heinz remarked casually as he snatched the papers from Florian's hands, his sharp, assessing gaze lingering for a fleeting moment before flicking to the first page.

Florian felt a vein pulse on his forehead, his restraint hanging by a thread. He had stormed into Heinz's office after that infuriating conversation with Lancelot, his steps heavy with frustration. Still, he thought he had masked his emotions well enough. Judging by Heinz's comment, though, he was sorely mistaken. 

"I just found out about something... unpleasant. Something I'd rather not talk about right now," Florian replied stiffly, his teeth clenched. He already knew how this would play out. Heinz wouldn't press for details—not out of politeness but sheer disinterest.