Chapter 9
Ralfus was enraged and wanted to hit everything in sight. He hadn't even had time to face Cassandra, who managed to get away with it. He cursed himself for not being the man with more plans. He should change this bad habit. No one had listened to his orders. Nothing went as planned. He was surrounded by incompetents.
Iris had both arms propped up on her desk, her chin resting on her forearms while playing with a rubber band, all the while thinking about the attack that didn't work. She knew she had nothing to be ashamed of, for she had followed Ralfus' predetermined rough guidelines. There was not much she could do, if she disobeyed, she risked receiving her reproaches.
— You are talking about incompetents. They escaped! They paraded like wimps...
He waited before going there
