With a serious and blank expression, I fixed my gaze on Jestony.
Our eyes locked for a brief moment, revealing the anger simmering within him.
After a pause, a smirk crept onto my face. I leaned back in my chair, still keeping my eyes trained on him. I couldn't help but notice his fists clenched tightly beneath the table.
"Say what you need to say, Mr. Hernandez. You have only five minutes left from the time I allocated to you," I urged.
He exhaled sharply.
"What do you want from us? Why are you doing this?" he asked, frustration evident in his tone.
"Oh! Are you still asking that, Mr. Hernandez? What do you think? What actions have led me to this moment with you?" I countered.
I remained focused on his clenched fists, the same hands that had struck Angelo. If I hadn’t restrained my
