Complete Control

The phone rang once, twice—

"Hello, Mrs. Reyna?" Roger's voice came through, sounding uncertain as if he was puzzled by her sudden call.

Reyna didn't hold back. "Are you blind to what's happening in the arena, Roger?" she snapped, her voice cutting like a blade. "The fighters are rioting! Do you even know what's going on down there?"

Roger paused, his tone calm but firm. "You know my mission, Mrs. Reyna. I only intervene if something becomes dangerous, and the guards will inform me if it does. My job isn't to deal with every fight in the arena."

Reyna seethed, but she managed to rein in her anger. "Your guards aren't doing their job, Roger. The situation is escalating, and it's getting out of hand."