"What the hell is the meaning of this?!"
Cassie stood with her head lowered and her hands cupped together behind her back, doing her very best to appear as small as she could in the perverse hope that somehow, SOMEHOW, the rage of the patriarch would just wash over her.
"We've invested so much into the interception, and you are telling me it all failed?!"
This wasn't the moment when the news of the string of failures reached the ears of those responsible for planning and then putting them into action. Instead, this was the moment when, right upon leaving his short seclusion, the patriarch of the family had to endure the constant face-slapping of seemingly endless failures.
Yet, for all of his rage, the old man's mood nigh instantly swung back to a perfect calm, showcasing the level of control he had over his own mental state.
A deed… or rather, an ability worthy the man hailed to be the strongest in the entire province!