"arhhhhhhh" she knocked over the table scattering the flower vase it shattered to pieces on the ground. Her breathing was heavy.
"Why is the damn bitch always in the way of everything? " she raged loudly in her office late at night. Broken glasses scattered in tiny pieces before her.
The door opened and a cloaked person walked in. They took a look around the mess in her office. Then they faced her.
"Do you have a rat infestation or something?" they said, eyeing the turned-over furniture along with a broken desk.
"You still have that fiery temper. You really need to tone down your anger," she said walking over the glasses, her boots crunched over the glasses until she reached Julia.
"What are you doing here? aren't you meant to be planning how to kill that bitch as I paid you to." she snarled angrily at her late-night visitor.
