"It does not really make sense for you to be mad at Ava right now,you know?",Carlos pointed out.
Royal turned and glared at him,his lips quivering in fury.
"Who says I am mad at her?",Royal asked.
Carlos pointed stared at the now that cleared desk and then moved his gaze to the floor where the items that had been on the desk now littered.
He was pretty sure that the MacBook was no longer useful with its body that ruined and cracked,the papers that had also been on his desk were torn into halves,even the plaque that had been on the table was broken.
The tray that had cups for his coffee was also along the broken mess.
"I think all of these would be screaming for justice if they could talk",Carlos mentioned, pointing at the so called items that lay mangled and broken on the floor, Kicking a shard of glass that lay on the floor away from his feet.
