"Damn it," Victor cursed as he tossed his tablet across the room, the device hitting the wall with a loud crack before clattering to the floor.
His frustration was visible on his face, the greatest telling sign being the dark frown on his face.
Whatever was on the tablet had left him visibly displeased, angry even. He ran a hand through his hair before letting out a sigh to calm himself down.
"How the hell," he growled in a low tone, "is a counter–narrative forming this fast?"
The collector just sat a small distance away from him, a bored expression on his face as he played with a a silver coin, tossing it between his fingers.
"Why the hell are you so calm?" Victor asked through gritted teeth, "our plan is failing right before our eyes."
The Collector didn't respond immediately. He simply flicked the coin upward again, watching it spin.
His relaxed posture only made Victor angrier. The man was too calm and It was insulting.
"Well?" Victor pressed.
