“Milord, these are all the documents you sought yesterday. I may ask for forgiveness for taking so long to gather, but everything is–”
“Since when did you stutter, Alfredo? I remember you could do much more than that, as well as take care of everything I asked.” Stern and frigid, Nicholas picked up the three piles of envelopes on his desk.
Blandness was all plasticized on his face, moving like a living dead.
“Y-yes….Milord,” breathlessly, one of his officials, Alfredo answered.
“You might get out of my sight before I make you, Alfredo. I’m not in the mood to see anyone or anybody in my office,” he ordered afterward. But they were more of a threat, ready to strike anyone.
As expected and for the last few months, everyone who stepped outside of his room would walk out in panic, and
