The roar of the Aston Martin's engine was a violent announcement of Taemin's return. He didn't park it neatly; he slammed it into a space near the entrance, the screech of tires echoing in the evening air. He stormed into the Lee estate, his face a thundercloud of fury, holding his declined black credit card like a weapon.
He found Daon immediately, standing rigidly in the grand foyer, having been alerted by the sound of the car. The air between them crackled with impending violence.
"You!" Taemin shouted, his voice echoing off the marble. He flung the card at Daon's feet. "What is the meaning of this? You disabled my cards?!"
Daon didn't flinch. His own anger, banked for the last hour, ignited. "You stole my car, embarrassed this family, and abandoned your duties, and you have the audacity to ask about your spending privileges?" His voice was dangerously low, a stark contrast to Taemin's shout. "You are a child having a tantrum. You get treated like one."
