Lysera stormed through the winding corridors of the defense office, boots slamming against polished tiles with such force that the sound echoed like thunder.
Her subordinate practically jogged to keep up, clutching a clipboard in trembling hands as he tried to find the right file she'd asked for.
"M-Ma'am, about the—"
He stammered, attempting to break the tense silence.
Her glare cut into him like a blade.
"Walk faster."
He swallowed hard and nodded, eyes darting between the files clutched in his shaking hands.
The moment she looked away, he fumbled the stack entirely, sending papers fluttering in every direction like a flurry of broken promises.
He gasped and fell to his knees, scrambling to gather them again.
The delay only made Lysera's blood boil further. She folded her arms and exhaled through her nose, jaw tight.
Damn Delran.
She clenched her fists.
