The loud knock echoed off the heavy wooden door, followed by a voice that cut through the air like a blade. "Enter, whoever you are, twat!"
Maggi let out a low, exasperated tsk sound, a familiar frustration settling over him. He gave Canna a sidelong glance as they entered the room together, knowing all too well what awaited them inside.
The office they walked into was dominated by an enormous desk, cluttered with papers and plates filled with half-eaten food. Behind it sat a woman whose appearance and demeanor instantly grated on Maggi's nerves. She was large, her corpulent figure draped in fine silks that did nothing to hide her indulgence. A greasy spoon clutched in one hand, she shoveled food into her mouth with the kind of casual disregard for manners that made Maggi's stomach churn.
