The Art Of The UnderDog

Chapter 62

The abruptness of Tyler's entrance and his seething anger seized everyone's attention, the atmosphere charged with the energy of his fury. He stood there, a tempest in human form, eyes ablaze with the same fiery intensity that had ignited when he first beheld the photograph of his tormented mother. The capillaries in his eyes seemed to burst with the force of his emotions, a visual testament to the storm that raged within him.

Andrea, who had been delivering a presentation to the assembled investors, found his carefully crafted facade disrupted as Tyler's presence engulfed the room. The calm demeanor he had maintained was replaced by a subtle flicker of uncertainty, a chink in his armor that betrayed his inner turmoil.

"What's going on?" Andrea's voice emerged, feigning innocence or perhaps attempting to shield himself from the storm that had suddenly taken center stage. Tyler's response was a purposeful storming forward, his strides long and determined, each step an embodiment of the