The silence of the luxurious office shattered as Duncan roared like a madman, sweeping everything off his desk in one furious motion.
Papers flew. A crystal penholder smashed. A laptop crashed to the ground with a deafening thud. Picture frames cracked, glass scattering across the floor like shrapnel.
"DAMN IT!" Duncan bellowed, his face twisted in rage, his chest heaving.
Atty. Randolf Evans, calm despite the storm, flinched but remained rooted. "For God's sake, Duncan! Calm down! Breaking everything in this damn office won't fix the problem!"
Duncan whipped around, eyes bloodshot, voice shaking with venom. "This can't happen, Randolf! She can't win! She can't fucking win!"
Evans adjusted his glasses, stepping carefully around the shattered glass. "We haven't lost everything. The charge of faking her death and Dylan's and taking him—it still stands. That's serious enough to keep pressure on her."
