The sun was still setting in the sky when Arshe headed back to his office. Tossing the bag at his secretary in annoyance, he entered his office and slammed the door behind him. He had pretended to be fine, but he wasn't. He was still very angry, and he could only think of one person to take it out on: Mr. Deroot.
Back in his seat, Arshe instantly picked up the telephone on his table, speaking to the person on the other side of the phone in a mostly neutral tone. His voice was steady and a little soothing as he asked for Mr. Deroot to be sent to his office. It wasn't until the man arrived that Arshe turned the heat up.
Mr. Deroot had just stepped in with Arshe's permission when he was met with a glare from Arshe, who made his annoyance known.
