Wicked smile

"I am feeling good, sir," he says, his voice strained as he forces out a smile. A scoff escapes my throat, threatening to burst into laughter at the absurdity. Did Albert just address me as "sir"?

"I don't think you're feeling good, Mr. Albert," I say, my voice cool and composed. As the tables have turned, I can't help but wonder how he truly feels. "Now that the table has turned around, how are you feeling?" I ask again.

"I'm very sorry, sir," Albert stammers, his apology laced with remorse, I am very sure it's now cleared to him that he fûck up a big time.

"I know I have committed a great offense. Please forgive me, pardon me for this, Mr. Chairman," he says, his voice filled with a mixture of regret and desperation.

President Karen's phone rings out loud, causing her to momentarily break her gaze and glance down at the screen. Her eyes quickly snap up, glaring at Arbert, a clear signal of her annoyance.

"I'll excuse you now," President Karen says curtly, her voice indicating th
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