Underlying rage

Writer’s POV:-

Mr. Moore, the man of few words and an ego as high as Mount Everest, was sitting with a stoic firmness etched deeply on his wrinkled countenance. Although he was nodding at something his assistant was saying, his mind was lost somewhere else. His attention was diverted only when the door of the cabin opened with a whooshing sound of wind and two manly figures entered the suite.

Viaan and Neil entered Mr. Moore’s personal VIP cabin suite, finding him seated on one of the vast couches. The air in the room felt charged with the cryptic vibes that both Viaan and Neil could feel at their first step.

However, ignoring the obvious, Viaan approached the elderly man, who stood up from his seat to welcome his guests. “Welcome, Mr. Adams. I hope you didn’t have any difficulties coming over here!” He extended a formal hand to Viaan. His formal tone was laced with firmness.

Taking it in a greeting gesture, Viaan nodded while giving a subtle shake to their joined palms. “Not at all,