Provocative Gestures

As this woman leads me to the conference room, all I could hear is my racing heartbeat either because of humiliation or probably anger. When the conference room reaches my vision, I can see Dmitri's frustrated face while listening to the men's report across from him. I don't speak the business language but I can tell that the reports aren't satisfying. Once again, I hear Dmitri's stern voice after a while, "You call this thing bullshit," throws the file in the middle of them, and leans forward then rests his elbows on the table while his fingers are held together, then he speaks in a calmer but scarier voice, "Can anyone give me anything that this horseshit?"

Approximately ten people in the meeting room murmur as Dmitri holds his position. I, on the other hand, feel much pressure upon seeing him upset, "Uh-oh, I think I chose the wrong day to visit."

Then the lady excuses her presence, "Hold on, Ms. Anderson, let me tell Mr. Sullivan, that you're here."

So I immediately respond to her