Mr. Sokolov stormed into his office, slamming the door behind him. "Useless fools, all of them," he muttered under his breath, his voice seething with anger. He approached his desk, and his eyes fell on a picture of Ivan that he had left on top. Next to it, the files Damien had sorted were stacked neatly.
He leaned forward, his hands gripping the edge of the desk, supporting his weight as he tried to calm himself down. He hunched his shoulders, his head hanging down.
His blood boiled with a fury that he could barely contain. For the first time in his life, he felt....powerless. Damien, who had once cowered before him, now stood up to him, and Natalie, who had once shown him respect, now treated him like he was nothing.
