Amir in a Panic
Alone in his expansive bedroom, a man paced around his enormous, circular bed. It was in the middle of his room and rotated at a snail's pace.
Smudging some sweat off his brow, the man ripped off his golden dress shirt. He hurled it at the open double doors leading to his magnificent closet. When he sat on the bed, the man dug his elbows into his thighs and perched his chin on his interlinked fingers.
"What the hell is that worker thinking?!" screamed the man. "Does he want to get caught? He was only supposed to be Rank 1 but he killed all five of them with ease… with ease!"
A conniving sneer sank into the amir's face. "Why the fuck is this happening to me?!"
Knock, knock!
Ezdrah flinched and fell back onto the bed when he heard someone pounding on the door. But the next second, the amir recollected himself with some long breaths. He walked to his closet, picked up the ruined dress shirt, and grabbed one of the dozens hanging there.