[Drawers had been ripped out and strewn about the office, papers inside littering the floor like a layer of thick dust. All on accident. All without any rhyme nor reason to it, something he couldn't possibly begin to understand. He sat, his hands in his lap to prevent himself from breaking something else. He eyes a part of the wall where a bookshelf resided, a splintered drawer lying beneath the spot where he'd thrown it in frustration.

But his eyes wander back over to the doorway, where he sees his frightened receptionist standing there, waiting for him to speak again. He tries to calm himself the best he can, but his temper, it was running wildly and it took great effort to keep his voice level.]

I want someone in here now to clean this up. Tell them to get here in five minutes or they don't have a job anymore. Understand? And when you're through I want you back in here.