Awkward Energy At The Table
The room hummed with awkward energy as everyone absorbed the shock of the revelation. Conversations faded to uneasy silence as they struggled to process the sudden shift in dynamics. Richard sat quietly, lost in thought, while Margaret nervously fiddled with her cup. “Well, this is… different,” one of the poker friends muttered, forcing a nervous laugh. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken tension—no one quite ready to confront the elephant in the room. It was a moment heavy with understanding, yet fraught with unanswered questions hanging in the air.
Awkward Energy At The Table
Richard’s Private Demand
Richard’s voice pierced the low murmurs. “Mark, let’s have a private word,” he said, his tone firm but laced with unease. He was desperate to salvage what remained of his pride, still struggling to come to terms with the revelation. Our eyes locked, his gaze a mix of challenge and silent plea. As we stepped away from the group, it was clear he was trying to reclaim some semblance of control—another tense moment on the verge of unraveling.
Richard’s Private Demand
