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Onyeoma screeched at the manager, his lips peeled back to disclose his pinky gum, while his gaze moved frantically as he continued to point his index finger at the manager. The manager slithered to one side, holding his chest and blinking his eyes as the other staff stood watching. 

“What?” He squirmed further to the wall, adjusting his hard hat and his goggles as Onyeoma made his way out of the scene.

“Really?” He still couldn’t believe that he was being scolded by someone who wasn’t up to his level. His heart was still pounding after jerking backwards, thinking Onyeoma wanted to lunge at him. He wiggled away from the wall, avoiding the grease on the floor, while his gaze clutched at Onyeoma, who was already at the end of the hallway.

Onyeoma’s heart would pound, his nose would flare before he ever raised his voice at anyone, and his colleagues had mastered his behavior enough to know that a storm would be next to follow. Yet, they had never seen him this enraged. His colleagues’ eyes widened, their jaws dropped as they watched Onyeoma at the end of the corridor and Mr. Daniel, who was still trying to catch his breath.

  “What are you looking at?” the manager yelled at the witnesses, who turned to continue with whatever they were doing. “Get a mop and clean this floor, or I will deal with you,” he ordered before walking away, his gaze like a wolf, his steps like a wounded lion. 

“Onyeoma, come back here,” he bellowed, but Onyeoma did not look back; he did not utter another word as he slammed his office door.

“Onyeoma. Come out here.” Mr. Daniel barked again, this time behind the door. Suddenly, he had regained his voice and morale. Suddenly, he remembered that a staff member shouldn’t be inappropriate with impunity.  “I said, 'Come out here.'” He squealed like a child whose toy was taken away from him. There was a total silence from Onyema’s office, and an absolute silence in the corridor of the plant. No staff member had dared to peek or try to find out what was going on since Mr. Daniel could write up any staff at will.

“Mr. Daniel. I will see you on Monday,” Onyeoma said as his door creaked open. He appeared elegantly from the door, standing like a mast in front of the manager.

“What was that for?” the manager inquired in a voice that suggested he was in charge of the plant. He may have been afraid, but now was the time to show who actually ran the business. “Why did you yell at me in front of your team?” He asked as though he were a god who was not used to being questioned, let alone scolded.

Onyeoma lifted his hand and examined the sleek ruby watch that snaked around his wrist. “I really have to go.” He said nonchalantly as though what Mr. Daniel had been saying was nothing but trash. Onyeoma’s expression did not suggest that he just yelled at the most powerful man among the working engineers in the plant.