The office went deadly still. Merrylia's eyes were hard and blank, her hands clutching the picture tightly. The picture crumpled against the strength of her fingers. I gazed at Merrylia in both worry and confusion as I leaned closer to her. Suddenly she moved, she clutched the vase by her desk and sent it flying across the room. The ceramic hit the wall and broke into bits, scattering all around the floor.
"Bastardo! Lo uccideró! Ottieni le truppe! Gli darò mille morti! Non sono debole, non ho paura di lui. Ucciderò quel figlio di puttana!" Merrylia's rage exploded, her face turning into a shade of red. Zerxe took a step back, his calm demeanour faltering. It was the first time I saw her like this, her eyes wild and filled with wrath.