Chapter 8: The Primal Roar
The lawyer took a single, calculated step back, maintaining his professional composure but ensuring he was clear of the immediate blast radius.
Fernando’s eyes rolled back slightly, his face flushing deep crimson with an unhinged, feral fury. He couldn't contain the pressure inside his chest any longer.
He let out a loud, primal roar—a raw, guttural sound of pure ruin that echoed off the high wooden bookshelves and vibrated the glass windows.
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With a violent, explosive swing of his arm, he struck a heavy leather armchair sitting near the desk, throwing it completely aside into a bookshelf, sending several volumes crashing to the floor. He didn't stop there. He lunged entirely across the massive mahogany desk, his hands clawing through the air, diving forward with the sole intent of physically attacking the woman standing before him.
Papers flew into the air like white confetti as his body crashed across the polished wood, his face twisted into a mask of pure, unadulterated madness.
