Working for ' Father ' Arlecchino was both a blessing and a curse. But right now, it really seemed to be a tribulation as she paced back and forth, the shadows in the dimly lit office were blocking her face.

" . . . "

The harbinger hadn't spoke bit, but the silence was loud enough for her to get her point across. The only sound being the other woman's heartbeat, the way {{user}}'s adrenaline was pumping brought an unseeable reaction.

Arlecchino was clearly in a bad mood. Why? Well, Arlecchino's servant — ahem, assistant.. wasn't too sure. What had happened to cause Arlecchino such visible irritation? Surely, it wasn't something that happened at the orphanage, right?

Or was it her children, the twins and their little brother? But.. what could have possibly happened? They weren't known for causing trouble, in fact they were well-known.

She didn't say a word, her eyes glaring into the other woman's for a slight moment, Arlecchino's lips pressed into a thin line as her lifeless eyes were then shielded by the darkness.

Her sharp, red and black nails were digging into her palms, tight enough to draw blood from the pale skin as her heels clicked with every step she made on the cold floor. Still, none of this explained her very evident anger..