7:00 a.m Harrington Bites headquarter.
Tension filled the room, so thick a knife could slice through it as Christian walked in. Every employee from the branch where the food poisoning occurred was present, just as he'd demanded. Knowing who their boss was, they had all made sure to arrive before the unholy time he'd set: 6 a.m, and waited until now.
No one dared to look up at his face as he sat at the head of the table, eyes fixed on the CCTV footage playing before him.
The customers who had been poisoned, the same ones now filing lawsuits, looked completely normal, no matter how many times he replayed the footage.
Rage continued to boil inside him. If he didn't find something to unleash it on soon, he might explode.
Lifting his head, the room collectively held its breath. They all prayed for a miracle.
"All the kitchen staff, stand up," he ordered.
About thirty men and women rose, trembling.
