The silence in the room stretched, thick with tension, as Darren stared down the man across the desk.
The boss's face twisted in fury, his fingers curling tighter around the pistol aimed at Darren's chest.
"What the hell are you talking about?!" the boss snarled, spittle flying as he bared his teeth.
Darren's lips curled in disdain. He leaned slightly forward, gaze unwavering. "Desperate people are easy targets. That's what you said isn't it"
The room stilled. The men standing at the edges shifted uncomfortably, their fingers twitching over their weapons.
"People just trying to escape their debts. Save their homes. Feed their families," Darren continued. "Of course, some of them brought it on themselves. Some made bad, selfish choices that led to their predicament. But that doesn't give you the right to exploit them so heartlessly."
"Shut your mouth." One of the henchmen yelled.
