Chapter 12: Israel

The manager's eyes widened, fear coursing through his veins as he mustered the courage to speak. "Who... who are you?" His voice quivered with apprehension, his hands trembling involuntarily.

Gibson, wearing a mischievous grin, leaned forward, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "No need to be afraid, my dear manager. You won't be losing your job," he reassured, his voice laced with a comforting tone.

A wave of relief washed over the manager, visible in the way his tense shoulders relaxed and a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He had dodged a bullet and learned his lesson well, feeling grateful for the lifeline he had been thrown.

Meanwhile, President Adams, his expression etched with remorse, stood before Gibson, his gaze filled with genuine regret. "I deeply apologize for what transpired," he uttered, his voice carrying a heavy weight of guilt.

Gibson, his humility shining through, simply waved it off with a dismissive gesture. "No need for apologies, Mr. President. It's