Tyler stormed back into his room, the heavy wooden door slamming shut with a resounding thud. His fists clenched tightly at his sides, and his breaths came in sharp, uneven bursts.
The shame of the afternoon's humiliation weighed heavily on him, but beneath the anger and embarrassment, a flicker of determination burned bright. He paced the room, trying to shake off the lingering sting of Aric's cold threats.
Meanwhile, in the expansive courtyard of the Tsei estate, a different scene unfolded. Amanda and Aric engaged in a seemingly sweet conversation, their words flowing effortlessly as they strolled along the meticulously manicured gardens. Kirk hovered nearby, attempting to flatter Aric and maintain the fragile peace that had been brokered.
"Young Master Aric," Kirk began, offering a respectful bow. "Your presence has truly elevated our gathering today. Please, accept this as a token of our gratitude."