Victor's Glass of Water

A staffer bursts into the Mural Room, slamming glasses of water onto the table—clear liquid trembles within chilled tumblers, condensation racing down sides as fury erupts. Victor Campos lunges for one, clutches it like a gauntlet thrown, leans across the polished surface wielding it in raw defiance, then slams it down with calculated force amid bilingual barbs and delegate horse-trading, the prop slicing tension like a blade.