Chapter 58: Tantrum
Outside one particular corridor at Haven Group headquarters, loud upbeat music could heard blasting through the air. If a person did not know any better, they would think that there was some sort of office party going on. But there was no such thing going on, in fact what was going on in the office that the music was coming from, was the furthest thing to a party that could happen.
"How dare he! How dare he talk to me like that! I HAVE BEEN WITH THIS COMPANY SINCE BEFORE HE WAS BORN! I WAS THERE WHEN HE WAS IN NAPPIES, I-" No really wanting to hear anymore, Lucas Hart, personal assistant to one Sebastian Haven, briefly contemplated sneaking into his boss’ office and turning the volume of the music even louder. But then there was a very distinctive sound. The sound of glass shattering, and the personal assistant decided to mind his own business. Instead of risking losing a limb, he reached for his bag, grabbed his ear muffs, put them on, and then focused all of his attention on the screen before him. He had a few emails to send out before the close of business. His ears covered, and his focus on his work, Lucas was spared from having to hear the rest of his boss’ rant. The office walls however, were not.
"How dare he! I should have slapped him silly in front of everyone!" An expensive vase left his hand and shattered on the ground, but brought Sebastian no joy.
The beast that had been clawing away at his chest ever since the meeting with his good for nothing nephew wanted more. So he gave it more. Heading over to his alcohol cabinet, Sebastian opened the doors with such force that they rattled. And then there was nothing to stop him.
Well aged bottles of wine shattered against the walls, the red of the contents coating the walls. For a moment, Sebastian looked at the red wine and wished it were blood, his nephews.
Unable to grant his own wish he broke more bottles, whiskey, wine, vodka...everything went on the walls until the office smelled like a bar. Shards of crystals raining down on the carpet.
Sebastian, having screamed himself hoarse, kept going until he was out if glass things to break. And even then his appetite for destruction was not appeased. He threw all of the stuff on his desk on the ground. The screen of his computer breaking out in a shatter web, the casing coming off.
Papers flew and pens joined them. He kicked at the table, but it was too solid and only hurt his toe, which served to make him even angrier. Turning his attention to the chair that he’d had specially ordered from overseas, Sebastian grabbed a pair of scissors and tore it apart.
It was only once the balls of fluff that served as the chair’s lining were floating in the air that the old man began to feel better.