Zenith Cortez

October 3rd zenith sat in his study going over security reports the ran had been pouring down non stop It clattered agaisnt the windows the only sound from within was the soft tick of a godfather clock and the scratch of his glass fountain pen as he signed documents the smell of his coffee wafted in the room. Zeniths thoughts were interrupted when the door slammed open “ servants are supposed to knock” He said quietly not glancing up at him “Sir- theirs been a situation-“ What could be so important-“ “Boss they have your husband-“ SNIKT! The letter opener plunged into the wall inches from his throat-“ “Say it again and down lie to me-“ “Boss-… they.. h-have your husband..”