The Return Of General Tyler

Consider me

"You can't drag me out of the party!" Judas yelled, his voice echoing through the room like a thunderclap, his face red with rage, like a volcano erupting. "You promised to give me this contract! You can't drag me out of here like a nobody! I paid so much money to be able to get this contract!" he shouted, his words tumbling out like a waterfall, his eyes blazing with indignation, like a wildfire burning out of control.

Mr. Albert's expression turned cold, like a winter frost, his voice dripping with disdain, like a slow-dripping faucet. "You can't say you spent money; do I collect a dine from you? Did I promise to give you this contract? I never promised you; you're the one who made your imagination run wild," he said, his words cutting like a knife, his eyes piercing like a sharp gaze.

"Why will I give a contract to someone who's not worth it? Do you think I didn't hear all the news about you?" he continued, his voice rising like a crescendo, his words painting a picture of disgust,