"Miss Nina, it's not that we are incompetent," the servant said, "but Joy Parker is living with someone else, and they change their hotel room every three days. We simply can't find any pattern..."
"How dare you make excuses for me!"
The woman's charming face contorted with anger. She restrained herself, digging her fingers into the floor, and roared, "Get out! Get out of my sight! Don't come back until you've killed that slut!"
"Yes!"
Once again, a faint sound came from outside the door, the rustling of fabric slowly faded, and the room returned to tranquility.
The woman, breathing heavily with rage, stood up from the floor, smashed everything in the room to vent her anger, and only then, felt a little relieved.
