Calculated Rage

London  I stepped into the dark space that I called my office and let out a low growl. The guards were fucking responsible for that wretched woman being on my territory. If they had just taken their jobs seriously! I was going to cut down on their upkeep money for this and teach them a lesson so that next time, they wouldn't dare make a room for an enemy to pass through. My steps thudded on the wooden floor as I made my way to my desk. I loved the dark themed office, and what made it better was the fact that I never opened the curtains. A dim red bulb illuminated the room with a dull glow, which was exactly how my heart looked. The dark brown mahogany table reflected the light on its polished surface. Files were neatly arranged on the left side of the table; my laptop stayed shut and was placed in the middle; a pendulum clock stood beside it. A large dark chocolate book shelf stood by the rear left of the room, and a black chair lay beside a glass table that had a notepad and pen lying