It's should be a sunny day, in the middle of spring in Italy. But at one of the tallest building in the city it seems not that sunny inside. Everyone head hung low, no one dared to speak a word, they even held their breath. They all are grown up men and women yet they feel so small in front of one man.

Rhydrian stood there, leg crossing while he sat on his desk. His gaze sharp, looking each one of his underlings with a gaze that could rip them apart. Low growl escape his lips as he slam his hand to the desk making it almost snap in half.

"What is the fuck you head thinking? I said to order the dress in pink not in this disgusting blue!"

Well, his wife's birthday almost come so when Rhydrian saw the dress he order came wrong... let's just say his perfectionist side can't accept this.

"Come here, I will cut your head in half right now."