"What do you mean you have yet to take over the workshop?!" Edmond Diamondz shouted through his holographic communication console, sitting in his luxurious limousine while he waited for his secretary to order his usual takeaway breakfast.
He slammed his fist onto the leather sofa he was sitting on and it did not make a single dent from the force he exerted. His secretary could hear the sudden burst of anger from outside his limousine and subtly requested the cashier to take a little longer time to prepare the food.
The cashier also heard the commotion through the limousine's open window and gave a slight nod to the secretary as Edmond reluctantly listened to the incompetence of the commander at the other end of the conversation.
