Women are Fickle

Satan cracked his fingers, and the fiery glow in his eyes intensified with time. He clenched his jaw to control his outbursting anger.

"Satan, this is an important project. You can't lose your focus." Roy reminded Satan after quietly watching him for an hour.

"After this meeting, we are returning to Florida. Book the earliest flight." Satan had the last say in all matters. Roy could only sigh and nod his head.

After a long two hours meeting, Roy and Satan arrived at the airport. Roy lit a candle for Brianna in his heart. He wanted to give a heads-up to Brianna before the Devil reached home, but he was helpless in front of Satan.

"Give me the tab." Satan extended his hand to take the tab. Roy, was constantly watching the tablet screen, and hesitated to hand it over to Satan.

Satan smirked and snatched the tablet from Roy's hand, and what welcomed him next made his blood boil with anger.

"Are my men dead? Or, now that I am not there, they have become too relaxed to act on my orders