Luigi's Rage
He glanced at small china cup sitting on the edge of his desk, then back at the dead man on the floor. "He was an idiot to have disrespected my authority," Luigi muttered, laying the knife, still sticky with blood, to dry on transparent paperwork. It had only taken a fraction of a second, the insubordinance that had led him to ruin the carpet and prematurely end the employment of another nameless assistant. The cretin had almost gotten away with it, he mused, pleased that he had not let the man's almost invisible glimmer of distain go unnoticed or unpunished.