I walked casually over to the side table near the floor-to-ceiling glass wall, poured a glass of ice-cold water from the crystal pitcher, and returned to the desk. With a perfectly polite smile, I placed the glass directly in front of Daiki.
Just as his thick, greedy fingers reached out to grab it, I smoothly slid the glass across the polished mahogany desk toward Tomiko.
Tomiko picked it up without hesitation, took a slow, elegant sip, and set it down calmly, as if nothing unusual had happened.
Daiki's face instantly turned a deep, ugly shade of red. His eyes bulged with fury as he watched Tomiko drink the water he thought was meant for him. He slammed his palm hard on the desk, the sound echoing sharply through the office.
"What's the meaning of this, Tomiko?!" he yelled, his voice rising into a near-shout. "Are you mocking me? Do you think this little game is funny?! I come here to discuss serious business, and you treat me like some servant?!"
