Chapter 147: The Thin Line

Ezra stormed down the hallway; his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. As he passed by the glass-walled offices, the staff inside turned their heads to exchange knowing glances. The whispers started low but quickly grew in volume, like the hiss of a snake ready to strike. "Did you hear?" a young woman murmured to her colleague as Ezra passed. Her voice was laced with mockery, her lips curving into a smirk. "Levi really let him have it this time. You’d think he’d learn by now, but nope—still the same Ezra, always in over his head." "Yeah," another voice chimed in, this time from a man leaning casually against a cubicle wall. He sneered, rubbing his nose as if wiping away an invisible smudge of superiority. "Family ties don’t mean shit when you’re that incompetent. Poor guy—can't even catch a break from his own cousin." Ezra’s eyes narrowed as he caught fragments of their conversation. His jaw tightened, the muscles visibly twitching under his skin. He could fee