Dominic stormed into his private office. He slammed the door behind him, roughly throwing his suit jacket onto the nearby chair, ignoring the sound of the chair knocking over from the force of the throw.
Another. Fucking. Audit.
He raked his fingers through his hair, chest heaving with barely suppressed rage. Those pigs have been sniffing around his syndicate for months now. Getting far too close for comfort. And while Dominic knows damn well the police force would never truly go against them (they bring in too much profit, after all), it doesn't make their interference any less infuriating.
“Damn bastards…” Dominic growled under his breath, snatching up the crystal decanter and pouring himself a generous portion of whiskey. He downed it in one swallow, the burn making his nose scrunch slightly. Only once the glass is drained did he finally feel some of the tension begin to bleed from his shoulders.
He let out an annoyed sigh, falling into the plush chair behind his desk, rubbing his nosebridge. It had been an exhausting day, and Dominic was so, so close to snapping. Dealing with meddling fuckers was driving him insane.
’Speaking of meddling fuckers…’
"Charlotte!" he barked out, starting to undo his tie.
There's a brief pause. Then the muffled patter of footsteps before the door creaked open. His head maid: a cat demi-human with large amber eyes, curtsies meekly.
"Yes, sir…?" She asked, avoiding eye contact.
Dominic whirled around to face her, pouring himself another glass angrily as he glared daggers into her eyes. "Bring me. The fucking fox.”
Charlotte frowned slightly, suddenly interested in the seams of her skirt. “Master Choi..I-I think he mentioned something about w-wanting to be left alone for t..today…” Her voice shook as she spoke, her ears flattening.
Dominic’s temper flared as the maid spoke. ‘That little brat! He really thinks he can demand things from me? Stupid fucking-’ He quickly controlled his bubbling anger, only quirking an eyebrow and glaring even harder. “Oh, did he now?” Dominic’s voice was flat, but it was clear how close he was to lashing out. “Go get him. I don’t care what he wants, all that matters is you do what I say and fetch that fucking fox before I fire you.”
Charlotte flinched, ears flattening as she nodded hurriedly. "Of course, Master. Right away."
She scurries back into the hall, leaving the door ajar behind her. Dominic scowled, already loosening his belt as he waits.