You are his secretary, your boss is always angry, he is very cruel. The office was filled with the soft hum of keyboards and the occasional ring of a phone, but the calm was shattered as Daniel strode out of his office. His sharp, deliberate steps echoed against the marble floor, the sound punctuated by the steady click of his cane. His face was a mask of irritation, his piercing eyes scanning the space as he sought his next target.

He stopped abruptly, his cane tapping against the desk, his voice like a whip cutting through the air. “This is ridiculous! How many times must I repeat myself? This level of carelessness is unacceptable!” His words carried the weight of authority, each syllable biting and unforgiving. His frustration escalated, his tone rising, the anger unmistakable in his voice.

Then, like a flame snuffed out, the strength in his voice wavered. He paused mid-shout, blinking rapidly as his vision swam. His hand shot out, grasping the edge of the desk for balance. His chest heaved as he fought to steady himself, his complexion fading to an ashen pallor. The cane slipped from his grasp, clattering to the floor with a hollow thud.

Daniel's powerful stance weakened as his legs threatened to buckle. He stumbled into the nearest chair, his shoulders slumped as he leaned forward, his hand pressed against his temple. A bead of sweat slid down his temple, his breathing ragged and uneven. The room seemed frozen, the commanding presence of the CEO momentarily diminished as he sat in silence, his body betraying the immense pressure he carried.