After Harold’s announcement, the lunch was as good as over. Michael didn’t want to spend another second with Vincent and his fiancée and couldn’t stand the taste of defeat. He left the dining hall quickly for his room. As soon as he entered the room where the bulletproof doors and wall wouldn’t let anyone outside hear him, he started to crash things.
His first victim was the flower vase Claudia had gotten him during the second room redecorated for the year. Next was the unread books he had stashed on his desk and soon, his lamp followed. He was about to throw his home computer when his doors opened widely and Claudia stepped in.
“Michael!” She ran to him and pulled him away from the computer. “What is all this? What are you doing?” She asked in a soft, caring voice.
“He’s going to take
