The pathetic, echoing screams of Inspector Vance and Director Hayes faded down the luxurious hallway, as the burly security guards dragged the two weeping men out of the executive boardroom by their expensive collars, leaving long trails of snot and tears on the imported carpet.
Rick stood near the shattered oak doors with his hands slipped casually into the pockets of his black hoodie, watching the trash get removed without a single ounce of pity, since sparing a second glance for crippled dogs was entirely beneath a true dragon.
Lexi stood near the corner of the room, holding her expensive streaming gimbal high, as her phone screen turned into a literal waterfall of digital text, with tens of thousands of feral viewers practically breaking the servers to worship the ultimate face-slapping they had just witnessed.
