Gratitude

"I'll leave this meeting first," Judas said, his voice laced with anger, his eyes flashing with indignation. He stood up, his chair scraping against the floor, and glared at Mr. Albert and Tyler.

"You should have convinced the general with the proposal you have; maybe he will help you. I don't know why you're this arrogant and think about running away," Mr. Albert said, his voice firm but laced with a hint of disappointment. His eyes narrowed, his brow furrowed, as he tried to understand Judas's behavior.

"So you expected me to sit here and lick Tyler's shoes?" Judas yelled, his voice echoing through the room, his face red with rage. "I can't do that, Mr. Albert. I don't even know why you're so obsessed with Tyler like a senseless person." Judas's words were laced with venom, his tone biting, as he lashed out at Mr. Albert.

"What did you just say?" Mr. Albert asked, his voice cold, his eyes flashing with anger. He leaned forward, his hands clenched into fists, as he tried to control h
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