Why do you care so much?

Orlando knocked the miniature carving of a horse off his table. “You had just one job to do, track a young girl and know where she is at all times and wait for new orders. One job!” his unwavering glare held the man whose head was bowed in place.

The man’s palm was sweaty, the sound of his heartbeat was almost deafening.

Orlando was pacing about his large study room, his muscles flicked angrily in his jaw. He slammed his hands on the table, rattling everything on it. The man standing by the doorway shuddered involuntarily. “How did it happen?” He asked, spacing his words evenly, the spite dropping from every word he uttered.

The man opened his mouth to speak but hesitated.

Orlando banged the table and spun around. “I asked a question! Goddammit!”

“She was quick on her feet, she weaved into the crowd effortlessly. I was going to do the same, but I stuck out like a sore thumb…” He gestured towards himself. He was a very tall man, with a large build dressed in black. “I was already attrac