Manager’s Muted Frustration
My manager sat silently, his face reddening as he muttered under his breath, clearly frustrated with how things were unraveling. It was obvious his excuses weren’t holding up. Dad looked up from the reports and remarked plainly, “Seems pretty straightforward to me,” a statement that felt like the final nail in the coffin. My manager squirmed in his seat, fully aware the game was up. The tension in the room was thick—tight enough to snap—as the weight of the truth finally settled in.
Manager’s Muted Frustration
Dad Calls For A Meeting
Dad rose from his seat and turned to my manager, calmly suggesting, “I think it’s best we call for a broader staff meeting.” My manager’s eyes widened in alarm, but he couldn’t come up with a solid reason to object. “Okay,” he muttered, clearly watching the situation spiral beyond his control. Dad shot me a knowing glance, and in that moment, I knew we were on the right track—steadily unraveling the mess, one step at a time.
Dad Calls For A Meeting
