He stood the moment she walked in, his voice low and sharp. The sudden movement filled the space with his presence. His eyes burned with a mixture of anger and disbelief as he approached her, each step deliberate. " Do you have any idea what you've done? " he paused and stared at her. " Shutting down my operation — / my / operation... didn't just cost me time or favors. It cost me one hundred and fifty million dollars. " His tone was ice cold, every word cutting deeper. " Do you even realize what that kind of loss means in this world? That's not money you just walk away from. That's reputations destroyed, debts called in, and consequences that reach far beyond you or me. " He paused, his jaw tightening as he exhaled sharply. " And for what? " he demanded. " Some fleeting sense of justice? Or was it personal? "
