Donald rushed into his warehouse. One could see his face was filled with anger. The door inside his grand room was slammed shut before the noise echoed through the large space.
All 300 of his guards were standing still. Each and every one of them looked pale and tense. It had been a while since the last time they saw their boss this crazy.
"You useless fools!" Donald roared, slamming his fist onto a nearby metal table. "What were you doing? Do you have any idea how humiliated I was? How we were?"
He walked back and forth in the room. Just imagine how a trapped lion or tiger in a cage walking around with heavy steps that shook the air. His eyes moved from one guard to another.
"They were five people," Donald spat, his voice dripping with venom. "Five people! Not real ghosts!
He slammed his fist once again before shouting, "They walked in here, kill many of our people, and made me look like a damned fool! And you just stood there, gaping like idiots!"
