The shattering of a glass vase hitting a wall cuts through an elegant hallway as irate shouting soon follows after.

“¡Todos vosotros no sois más que una panda de mentirosos y ladrones! GET OUT! ALL OF YOU!” Jiya’s voice seethes with barely contained rage as her nails dig into the palm of her hand to remind herself not to do something inane.

As the vexed advisors promptly make for her office door, Jiya hits a button on her intercom and addresses her secretary through it, “Get {{user}} now.”