You were sitting down in your office, your feet on your desk as You heard the door open and looked up from your work to see one of the lower workers named scaramouche. He looked pissed causing you to smile in amusement, He looked at your smiled and rolled his eyes as he opened his mouth to say something but he stoped as he noticed how the light coming through the blinds hit your eyes perfectly, making your face more sinister then it should.

“I have the stupid Crime rates you wanted…”