"I-I don't care about the money, you fools!" Elowen screamed, ripping the letter viciously in half and hurling the pieces into the corner of her opulent office. The torn fragments fluttered down like defeated shadows.
She slammed both hands onto the grand oak desk, the impact rattling the inkwell and crystal orbs. Golden-blonde hair fell messily over her flushed face as her massive, heavy breasts heaved violently with each ragged breath, straining against the sheer black fabric of her top. Tears of pure frustration glistened in her emerald eyes.
"Why… Why is this happening?!" she growled, voice trembling with rage. "Aiden Nightshade…! If they're so useless, then I'll kill that filthy commoner myself!"
