All of the blood rushed to his head, turning it to a beautiful beetroot colour as his fuming anger causes metaphorical steam to expel out of his ears. His physical action towards the detestable man was not satisfactory.
He wanted more! He wanted a fistfight. He wanted a brawl!
Anything to remove the dissatisfaction from his heart.
But when that snob's back was facing him for the fourth time that evening, he lost all rationality.
"You must think so highly of yourself, don't you agree? Still in one piece and untouched when you're the one who causes all the chaos. Your underlings, those without power subdued like they are highly offensive criminals. What Sara sees in you, I'll never know, but I hope karma comes and bite you when you least expect it."
"Speak all you want, but I'm not interested in talking rubbish with you."
Harith's heart was tickled with annoyance. He could not believe how the roles had reversed!
