Dimitri
I sat in my office, staring at the clock on the wall.
Twenty-two hours had passed.
Twenty-two hours since I gave the council their ultimatum.
The bottle of vodka on my desk was almost empty. I did not remember drinking most of it. My hands shook as I poured another glass.
The room smelled like smoke.
Cigarette butts overflowed from the ashtray. I lit another one, watching the smoke curl towards the ceiling.
The door opened and one of my guards entered cautiously.
"Sir, we still have not found any trace of..." his voice trembled.
I threw the glass at him. It shattered against the wall next to his head. Vodka dripped down the expensive wallpaper.
"Get out," I said quietly.
"Sir, I just..."
"GET OUT!"
He ran.
I stood up, swaying slightly. Ho
