The pinstripe suit guy with glasses? His expressions were *chef’s kiss*—from smug to stunned in 0.5 seconds. Meanwhile, the gold-tie man’s outrage felt almost theatrical, like he’d rehearsed his meltdown. The woman? Silent but lethal. The Formula of Destiny thrives on these micro-dramas—where a folded paper can drop jaws louder than a shout. 😳✨