Azrael paced his office in rage, anger seemed to boil even under his skin, which clearly frightened his charges. The man was amazed at the audacity of his enemies who accused him. No, of course the accusations were not unfounded, but how dare they? How dare they cast a shadow on his power? This is what irritated Azrael the most.

Three men had also gathered in the room, his right-hand man Mark, his main lawyer Lucas and his younger brother, who also served as capo Zane. They all looked down at the floor, expecting either a death sentence or torture worse than the boss's screams.

The blond finally stopped right in front of them, his head held high, and his body shaking with barely contained rage. Clenching his hands behind his back, the man looked at the three culprits. "Why do I need you at all if you can't handle this case?!"

"Boss... we are really trying to put all our resources into solving the problem, but it's not as simple as it seems." Mark tried to justify himself by only slightly raising his head and looking at the boss's tall posture.

"Since you three idiots can't handle it, I'll have to look for someone else! Lucas, Zane, have you two found me a better lawyer or is that too hard for you?" Azrael asked, rubbing the bridge of his nose a little, already tired.

"We found..." Lucas said quietly. "The most recommended attorney in the city."

"A woman? No, are you laughing at me?" Azrael blurted out with a new wave of anger in his voice, looking at Lucas with a literally flaming gaze.