Shouldn’t I be angry?

"How could you blindly trust a woman?" Mr. Carter spat with contempt. "She knows nothing about the industry!"

"I have the proof," Ava interjected. She reached into her bag and retrieved a file, slamming it onto the table. "Your company is facing losses. You're buried under a mountain of debt to the banks. To cut costs, you've resorted to using substandard materials in your construction. The quality of your buildings no longer meets the standards we require. We cannot, and will not, work with you."

"This is outrageous!" Mr. Carter shouted, his eyes turning red in anger. "Are you here to humiliate me, Mr. Brooks? If you weren't interested in collaborating, you could've just declined the deal outright. Why give me this appointment and arrange this meeting?"