Flora strutted over to the man, looking at him impatiently.
"You're late!" she snapped at him.
Glaring at her in annoyance, he retorted, "You should be grateful that I'm helping you."
Rolling her eyes, she gestured for him to follow her.
Knocking on the door quietly, they waited for Horran to reply.
"Come in!" A muffled voice came from behind the door.
She opened the door slowly, looking back at the man.
"Your breakfast, sir."
They watched as Horran turned slowly, facing them.
Looking at Flora directly in her eyes, he said "Put the tray he-"
"Still bossing around?"the man's voice cut through Horran's sentence.
Turning around, he took notice of the man that stood rooted beside Flora directly in her eyes. His eyes gleamed wide with horror, mouth agape. Cupping his hands over his mouth, he tried to suppress the fear rising within him. He was a powerless and frantic with horror. It took him a while to regain his composure.
"What are you doing here?!" Horran clamoured.
"Does he know you?" Flora asked, puzzled.
"There are lots of things you are not aware of little sis!"
"Wha-what do you mean by sis?"she stuttered out.
"See what you've done to us? Happy now that you broke a once happy family?Huh!" the man bawled at Horran.
"You deserved all of that!" Horran bellowed.
"For what? What have we ever done to you?!"
Flora watched as the man's face turned scarlet and balled his hands into fists too hard, that his knuckles turned white. Clenching his jaw, he marched towards Horran. With an extraordinary speed, the man had Horran in a headlock, holding a piece of cloth in Horran's face. And the next thing Flora knew, Judge Horran Columbus was knocked out on the floor, then the man quickly dropped the rope around Horran, tying him up. Descending down the stairs, they entered the car, put Horran's body in the trunk and pulled out of the driveway.
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