Bianca
"We're yet to find him. We've used all our…" but the guard was still speaking when I stood up from my seat, the chair scraping harshly against the marble floor as I ran my hands through the entirety of the table.
Shattering all the fragile and glass bottles and statues on it right against the wall, the crash echoing through the office. Instead of feeling a bit better I only felt much more angry, my chest heaving slightly as I stepped out from behind the table, shards crunching faintly beneath my heels as I stared at the guard.
"You are telling me that you can't find my son?" I asked enunciating each of her words, my voice low but cutting, as the head guard lowered his head and the one behind him lowered his head even more, both too afraid to meet my eyes.
My assistant though stood behind my seat waiting without saying a word, hands clasped behind his back. Aware of his master's temperament enough to know better than to interrupt.
