Tension in the air
As the meeting progressed, we exchanged worried glances. The atmosphere was suffocating, like a pressure cooker about to burst. I could see Tomas’ frown and Lisa’s nervous nails biting. “Something’s really wrong,” muttered Sarah as she pretended to organize her sheets. I replied with a slight nod, without breaking the atmosphere of growing mystery. Whatever it was, everyone already felt the same silent threat.

Tension in the air

