No Excuses

"Is it fun to try to assassinate me while the Golden Sons are in conflict?" asked Roland with a smile.

The muscles on John Junior's face cramped. Staring at Roland, his eyes were bloodshot, and his body was shaking.

Eventually, he stood up furiously and threw the book in his hand to the desk with all his strength.

He panted heavily; the veins on his neck were bulging. He roared like a lion, his hair and his beard rising. "Roland, that's outrageous! I've been at home every day. What do you want from me? You're still blaming me when you've humiliated me like this? Are you not going to be satisfied until I'm dead?"

"I've never wanted you to die." Roland smiled and said, "But it suddenly occured to me that it wouldn't be bad if you were dead."

John Junior's hands were shaking and he was gnashing his teeth.

His wrath and his frustration seemed to be overflowing.