The room was in chaos. Shattered glass littered the floor as the Big Mann, short in stature but volcanic in his rage, hurled another bottle across the room. His face was flushed red, veins pulsing in his forehead, his short, stocky frame unable to contain the explosive fury coursing through him.
"You fucking dimwits!" he yelled, kicking over a chair. "It's been a whole fucking week, you pieces of shit!" His voice cracked as he stomped around, breaking whatever he could reach. "I don't know why the fuck I even keep you!"
Another glass went flying, crashing into the wall with a loud shatter. His eyes were bloodshot, lips twisted in a snarl. "You fucking useless—" he trailed off, caught mid-rant by a knock at the door. One of his men stepped in hesitantly, his eyes darting nervously around the room.
"Boss," the man said, swallowing hard, "those people are here again."
