Robb picked up a bunch of files from The table and threw them into the fireplace. He destroyed every trace of the file and threw his gloves in.
He ran his hand through his hair and anxiously walked around his living room. He couldn't find the code he managed to get.
For days now, he has been searching for the little paper he placed in between the files. His anger was beginning to get the best of him.
His fingers itched for something to hold and hit. He needed someone to pour his anger on, as usual.
He clenched and unclenched his fist, trying to remember what his therapist had told it. He shut his eyes tightly but it still wasn't working.
Before he knew what was happening, he reached for his gun resting on the table. He drew in a deep breath and stared at the gun.
"Madaline," he called his newest maid. His anger issues make him change maids every week.
The maid did not reply immediately.
