(Back at the WIC Company)
Arthur’s POV
My boss screamed as he flipped the table over in anger.
The sound of wood slamming against the floor echoed through the room, followed by the crash of glass and scattered documents. No one moved. No one dared.
“It should have been completed. The hunt should have been done. How did they escape that creature?” my boss screamed, pacing now, running his fingers through his hair like he was trying to pull the frustration straight out of his skull.
I stood quietly near the edge of the room, watching him unravel.
And I loved it.
I should not have.
But I did.
There was something satisfying about seeing him like this. Uncontrolled. Angry. Frustrated. The man who usually commanded silence and obedience was now drowning in his own rage.
Angry.
Frus
