"You can't do a single thing, and you call yourself my right hand? You fucking imbecile," Kale sneered, his fingers tapping impatiently on the table, a show of his growing frustration.
"Sir, it was meant for Anon, not Luna—" Seti began, her voice trembling with fear.
"Oh, my apologies, Mrs. Seti. I must have mistaken it for Luna, given that she's the one about to meet her untimely demise on that damn screen," Kale retorted sarcastically, his tone dripping with disdain.
"Sir, I'm deeply sorry. Please grant me an opportunity to rectify my mistake," Seti pleaded, her voice filled with desperation.
"No, this cannot be corrected. Today, the leader of the Martial House will witness his beloved daughter's tragic end right before his very eyes. He'll uncover your deceitful little trick, and tomorrow, we'll all be doomed. And the worst part? The Martial House has the unwavering support of the Denver House of Justice..." Kale's voice grew eerily low, carrying a foreboding sense of dread.