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The tv shows people screaming, yelling, throwing, pleading so their hurts are taken care of. A crowd moving though the street, the cams seeing everything. The noise fills the otherwise quiet room.
The man standing in front of the TV just hums against his wine glass. Eyes of light shade of blue, scanning the screen. He puts his glass on the desk next to it, turning towards the man sitting quietly behind the desk.
“Let me guess….”
A voice too charming for its own good, he moves to the desk.
“They want rights or something like that?” He almost mocks. “Like we haven't given them enough….poor things.”
He's met with no response.
“And to those damn witches too-” He huffs, leaning against the desk, almost over the man. “Let's just get rid of them- I mean- that much chaos in front of the castle can't even be legal, can it?”
He's, again, met with no response.
Beat.
“Or you won't do anything…” He continues measurably, like he's thinking of a threat or an insult. “Of course…Wouldn't want to anger them-” He snips sarcastically. “Especially not now, when-”
His jab is interrupted by the door into the office opening. Both men snapped their heads to look.
The child frowns. “Dad?”
The quiet man finally says something. “You're not supposed to be here…” He sighs, rubbing his temple. “Go back to bed. It's late.”
The little boy looks at both of them, hesitating before nodding. “Okay…”
The blue eyed man sighs as the door closes. “Fine, you want to protect your previous children…. If you don't want to do anything-”
His companion looks at him, expecting anything that's going to come out of his mouth.
“I'll deal with it myself-” He grabs his glass and heads out. “Good night, Daniel Ren. I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. President."
The room falls silent as he leaves.
There's still so much work to do. What a hypocrite. Doesn't leave Mr. Ren’s mouth.
There's still so much work to do.