Just when the tension reached its peak, the air in the lobby felt like it would snap at any second. Not a whisper, not even the sound of breathing dared to break it. Everyone was frozen, afraid to move or even shift in their chairs, eyes darting between Rex and Victor as if waiting for the first punch to be thrown.
The girls stood tense at Rex's side. Hannah's jaw was tight, her eyes burning with indignation, while the other girl's hands clenched against her notebook. Both radiated the kind of anger that comes not just from being disrespected but from being cornered by someone who thought he could get away with it.
