(It's my first time writing a chapter which is requested so if it's bad, I'm sorry in advance.)
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Minho stormed through his office, his voice echoing sharply against the walls. "This is a disaster!" he yelled, slamming his hand against the desk. "How did you manage to screw up the budget projections? I needed these finalized by noon!"
His staff cowered in their seats, their faces a mixture of fear and embarrassment. "We're really sorry, sir," one of them stammered, trying to explain. "There was a miscalculation in the data entry."
Minho cut them off with a wave of his hand. "Miscalculations? I don't want excuses; I want results! This is the second time this month that deadlines have been missed. What's going on?"
The team was visibly shaken, their attempts to rectify the situation only escalating Minho's frustration. He paced back and forth, his face flushed with anger. "This is unacceptable! You need to sort this out immediately. If you can't handle the workload, maybe you need to rethink your positions here."
Everyone in the office watched in nervous silence as Minho stormed toward his cabin, his sharp footsteps echoing in the hallway. His assistant hurried after him, trying to keep up. She knocked on the door twice before entering, her voice steady despite the tension. "Please calm down, sir. I'm sure we'll sort everything out by noon. We won't have any loss because of it."
Minho glared at her from his chair, his frustration palpable. "Do you understand the outcome of this situation?" he snapped, his voice low but fierce. "This isn't just a minor error. It's a mess that could cost us thousands. How could this happen?"
The assistant, though visibly anxious, maintained her composure. "I understand, sir, and I'm working with the team to fix it as quickly as possible. We're prioritizing the most critical issues first."
Minho rubbed his temples, feeling the weight of the day's stress pressing down on him. "I need this fixed now," he said, his tone more subdued but still edged with frustration. "I don't have time for delays."
"Yes, sir," she responded, nodding. "I'll make sure it's taken care of."
As she left the room, Minho sat back in his chair, his head heavy with the day's events. The walls of his office felt like they were closing in on him, the silence amplifying his frustration. He glanced at the clock, realizing that the minutes were ticking away and the problems still seemed far from resolved.
