The moment her boots touched the ground, Emelie ran straight towards the station entrance, whipping the glass doors open.
Marching straight past the rows of waiting benches, she slammed both of her hands onto the polished wood of the front reception desk.
BAM!
"Where's Dominik?! Get him out here right now! I need to speak with him!"
"M-Ms. Herst," the deskman stammered while adjusting his spectacles, trying to regain his professional composure.
"Senior Prefect Dominik is currently out in the field coordinating security patrols for the grand tournament tomorrow. He... he isn't here right now. If there is an urgent matter, perhaps I could be of some–"
"FUCK!"
BAM!
Emelie slammed her hands into the desk a second time, leaving a faint fracture in the wood.
"Then where exactly is he patrolling?! Give me his location!"
The deskman's expression hardened slightly. His customer-service smile twisted into a deep frown as he looked at her unstable demeanor.
