When Mr. Thompson opened the door, his heart nearly skipped a beat. Standing in the doorway, much to his shock, was none other than Mr. Best himself.
The looks of astonishment on the faces of Mr. Thompson's secret team were impossible to miss. Each one of them froze in place, struggling to regain their composure. Some stammered, others appeared visibly uneasy, while a few fidgeted uncomfortably, as if the sudden appearance of Mr. Best had sparked an urgent need to excuse themselves.
Mr. Best, however, seemed unfazed by the entire scene. A warm smile played across his lips, as if he had an inkling of their activities but had graciously chosen to let it slide. "Good afternoon, everyone," he greeted in a calm and pleasant tone. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything important. I just thought
