In a certain deluxe office a man with a well chiselled jawline, straight nose, obsidian eyes and Raven hair was seated tapping his finger tips on the black marble desk rythmically.
He glance at his black diamond versace watch for the umpteenth time and his dark or something dilated_his patience was thinking.
Two study men entered the office with their heads bored.
"Did you find her." his cello-like voice rang out, it was more of a statement than a question_clearly hunting that it better be the case.
"SPEAK!!!' his calm demeaneour on the outlook was a far cry from his voice.
'N-n-no...' one of the study men stuttered.
'You were supposed to keep watch on her then how come? huh? Give me?one reason why you should move out of this place in one piece.' he said in a slow drawl.
'B-boss give us one last chance, even if it means to search under the ground...' the other study guy pleaded; they were all scared of his means. He was even more scary when he appeared calm than when he was racing.
'You said the same thing before and I gave you two hours'
'Please!!!' they implored in unison with their palms together.
'Fine, I give you until tomorrow to find her.' He then stood up and took a gun out of his perfectly tailored suit jacket and shot them each in the leg then sat back comfortably like it was an everyday thing.
'Get out!' and just like that they were dismissed.