Keith slammed the car door with enough force to shake the entire vehicle. The sharp sound echoed through the underground parking area, drawing startled glances from a few people nearby. His jaw was locked so tightly that the muscles along his face twitched with restrained fury. Every breath he took felt hot and heavy inside his chest, as if anger itself had become poison flowing through his veins.
Without slowing down, he straightened the edge of his suit with rough, impatient movements and strode toward the building entrance. His polished shoes struck the marble floor with hard, aggressive steps that perfectly reflected his mood.
A doorman quickly stepped forward and opened the glass door for him.
"Good afternoon, sir."
