Manager Zhang's face contorted, his smugness evaporating like mist under heat. What was once a smirk twisted into a grimace of disbelief and barely restrained rage. His lips parted, and for a moment, no words came out—just air, sharp and heavy.
"You… you dare talk back now?" he hissed, voice trembling. "Do you think anyone here will back you up?"
His tone was venomous, but there was something beneath it too. A crack. A note of uncertainty. The way a man sounds when he realizes he's been seen for what he truly is—and doesn't know how to stop it.
"Don't get too full of yourself!" he barked, louder now, trying to reclaim lost ground. "Just wait for your dismissal notice! Hmph!"