Anton
“There will be no mistakes this time. I will forgive no shortfalls. I want that boy brought back here after the show and I want that damn assistant detained in any way that we need to. Does everyone understand their jobs? Does anyone need any further clarification?”
He looked from eye to eye at the cast of men and women in front of him: ushers, vendors, ticket sellers, and drivers alike. “Trust my words,” he continued, “if anyone screws this up tonight, they will pay dearly.”
He stopped pacing in front of Morana and looked at her directly. “And I mean everyone.”
She raised an eyebrow at him but didn’t speak a word. Good thing for her too. He was in no mood to play. Tonight, Doren, and all his power, would become his, one way or another. He would make sure of it. He was tense thou
