"Where are they?" Dedari asked the chief organizer of the concert, on behalf of his family, peering deep into the light brown eyes of the short stout man.
"Well…you see…" The man started stuttering, putting Dedari and the rest in confusion. Prest, for one, was already getting annoyed and irritated. He was hungry for a feed. He didn't have time for stuttering idiots.
"Sir, we don't have all the time, you see…Could you tell us what happened? Where are the people that have come to see us?" Zande asked, placing her right hand on the man's shoulder, trying to calm him down enough so that he could speak. The man could urinate on his pants if the tension continued to grow like this. Perhaps because they rarely met with the organizers of the event since Dedari had, out of anger, broken the nose of one of them for disrespecting her.
A sweat trickled down from the man's bald hair to his jaw, then to his dark blue starched shirt.
