Sounds of breaking glass filled the air. Nothing was spared as the items came crashing down. A man stood still heaving loudly.
His tensed muscles were visible. His eyes were filled with anger to the brim. Zander couldn't help but want to hurt himself.
With that thought in mind, his hands punched the wall hard. Once he began, he couldn't stop doing it. Not even when his knuckles bled out to the floor.
The stench of fresh blood filled the air. Several figures standing in the shadows clenched at the violence radiating off of the man.
They knew their boss well. Zander was the kind of person who rarely got angry. But when he does, his anger is the worst kind.
Like what he was doing right now. This was just a scratch on the surface. It wasn't even half of what he would do out of anger.
Zander sat down and laughed loudly at his state. He never imagined that a day would come when a woman would make him this weak.
