Sir! Don't close the net!

"Al-Jonor! Do you know what this means?!"
A man in a sharp suit lowered his head slightly, his face tense, his sharp eyes looking toward the source of the sound. Behind the desk, which had been carved by a master craftsman to highlight the branch leader's status, the man who always wore a confident and arrogant smile was now holding his hands together, his head bowed, his eyes darting around, his cheeks trembling slightly, looking incredibly shaken. He probably couldn't even speak properly, so naturally, it was impossible to harshly criticize him.
His eyes reflected the upright young man standing next to the branch secretary.
If he let down his slicked-back hair, he would most likely be a simple and sunny boy. Unfortunately, the young man's sharp voice, harsh tone, and attitude of wanting to push all the responsibility onto him ruined everything.
He is now...