The Lieutenants immediately left the office as though they were running away from a predator wanting to claim their lives.
And in a way, they really were.
Now left alone in the office, La Garra settled back in his chair, still filled with the scent of gunpowder and Iron.
The pool of blood and the trail leading to the desk dyeing the carpet in scarlet red.
'Fucking Useless, losing money and I can't even figure out who it is.' La Garra thought to himself in the silent office. Feeling the anger threatening to spill over, he reached for his drawer.
He pulled out a box with the utmost care, like a loving father holding his just-born child. The box was an exotic black Ebony veneer with detailed accents for perfection. Placing it on top of the desk, he looked at the box without opening it and just admired the craftsmanship that went into the piece.
