Where is the horn?

Where is the horn?
Ralph's anger boiled as he confronted Mr. Josh, his voice filled with fury. "Where is the demon's horn I left in my office earlier?" he demanded, his eyes piercing with rage.

"I don't have it. I thought we left it in there," Mr. Josh replied nervously, shrinking under Ralph's intense gaze.

"Don't lie to me! I hate liars! Did you or did you not take the horn?" Ralph's voice came out through clenched teeth, his frustration evident.

"I didn't, I swear," Mr. Josh pleaded, visibly frightened. Ralph loosened his grip on Mr. Josh's collar and released him, his frustration evident.

"Shit!" Ralph exclaimed angrily, hitting the wall with force. In his anger, his hand pierced through the wall, causing it to bleed. The employees in the room huddled together, scared and silent.

"I'll have to investigate this matter myself. Every one of you is a suspect," Ralph declared, pointing accusingly at the employees. He turned to Lucinda and beckoned her to accompany him to the CCTV room. Lucinda followed him, casting a worried glance at Mr. Josh.

Inside the CCTV room, Ralph closed the door with a bang, his anger still simmering. He sat down near the operator, his frustration palpable. The operator, unaware of the tension, asked, "Good morning, sir. How may I help you?"

"I need to see the CCTV footage of my office in the project room," Ralph stated firmly, taking control of the keyboard. The operator stepped back, allowing Ralph to take over.

As Ralph rapidly operated the computer, Lucinda pulled a chair beside him. Ralph glanced at her, realizing she was sitting too close. "You're sitting too close to me," he remarked, and Lucinda adjusted her chair obediently. Ralph focused his attention on the computer, determined to find answers.

After a few minutes, Ralph motioned for the operator to join him. The operator looked at Ralph, nervously awaiting his command. Ralph stood up, leaving the computer for the operator, and crossed his arms behind his back.

"You better find it," Ralph warned, his eyebrows furrowing. The operator stopped pressing the keys, his gaze fixed on Ralph.

"What did you say?" Ralph questioned, clenching his fist.

"I-I can't find it, sir," the operator stammered, his nerves clearly getting the best of him.

"You're all useless," Ralph fumed, resisting the urge to punch the computer. Lucinda grabbed his hand, preventing him from causing further damage.

"Sir, you're furious right now. I think you should get some rest," Lucinda suggested, her voice calm and soothing.

Ralph's anger continued to burn within him, making it difficult for him to consider the idea of rest. "Rest? How can I possibly rest when the horn I worked so hard for has gone missing?" he exclaimed, his voice filled with frustration. "What's the use of having CCTV cameras all over the company if they're not useful?" Ralph questioned, his disappointment evident.

Lucinda understood Ralph's frustration, but she knew that losing control would not help them solve the problem. She took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. "I understand how you feel, sir, but we need to approach this investigation calmly," she suggested, hoping to appeal to his reason.

"Calmly? Give me a break!" Ralph snapped back, his anger still consuming him. "If I find the person who stole the horn, they'll regret crossing paths with me," he declared, his tone filled with determination. With that, he stormed out of the room, and Lucinda hurriedly followed him.

Ralph walked towards a gaping hole in the wall, abruptly coming to a halt. Lucinda, unaware of his sudden stop, bumped into him, inadvertently hitting her head on his back. Startled, she looked up at him, a tinge of fear in her eyes.

"What do you want? Why are you following me?" Ralph barked angrily, glaring down at her. Lucinda met his gaze, her expression one of trepidation. "You asked me to follow you," she replied softly, her voice trembling.

Realizing his mistake, Ralph let out a frustrated sigh. "I apologize. It wasn't my intention to lash out at you," he admitted, his tone slightly softer. Sensing his remorse, Lucinda nodded, understanding the intensity of the situation had gotten the better of him.



"Ralph, what brings you here? How's the project going?" a voice echoed through the air. They turned to see Deacon, descending gracefully from above, landing in front of them.

Ralph's frustration poured out as he recounted the events that had unfolded. "It's no good, Deacon. The project has been ruined," he lamented, his lips pursed tightly together. Deacon listened intently, his expression growing serious.

"What do you mean it's been ruined?" Deacon inquired, his voice tinged with concern.

"We were about to begin the grilling process when we received news of a demon wreaking havoc. Naturally, we went to investigate, leaving the horn in my small office in the project room. But upon our return, we discovered that the horn had vanished. And to make matters worse, the CCTV footage was nowhere to be found," Ralph explained, frustration evident in his voice as he leaned against the wall.

Deacon's eyes narrowed, suspicions forming in his mind. "This sounds like a well-planned scheme. It's possible that you were deliberately distracted by the demon so that someone could steal the horn. Why didn't you secure it before leaving the room?" Deacon questioned, his voice filled with curiosity and concern.

"That's something I've been pondering as well," Lucinda chimed in, her gaze fixed on Deacon.

Ralph, realizing his own carelessness, nodded in agreement. "You're right, Deacon. I was foolish to let my focus waver. As for the culprit, I suspect Mr. Josh. He was the last person in the office before the horn went missing," Ralph confessed, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and disappointment.

Deacon's expression grew grave as he contemplated the situation. "Then you two must keep a close eye on him," he advised, his tone firm and resolute.

"I'm determined to get to the bottom of this," Ralph declared,

his anger resurfacing. He clenched his fists, his determination shining through.

"Ralph, I've said it before, and I'll say it again—try to control your anger," Deacon reminded him, hoping to temper his friend's fiery emotions.

"He definitely needs anger management," Lucinda added softly, only to find herself caught in Ralph's fierce gaze as he tightly gripped her hand.

"Who needs anger management?" Ralph questioned, his eyes burning with fury.

"Not you. I misspoke," Lucinda replied, her fear evident in her voice. Ralph released his grip on her hand, and she examined it, seeing the redness left behind.

Ralph turned and headed towards the cafeteria, leaving Lucinda to follow him. Confused, she asked, "Where are we going?"

"To the cafeteria," Ralph replied, his voice slightly calmer. Lucinda hesitated for a moment, wanting to focus on the investigation, but she ultimately decided to follow him.

As they entered the cafeteria, Ralph's eyes narrowed as he spotted someone occupying his VIP lounge. Without a second thought, he approached the person and forcefully dragged the chair from beneath them, causing them to fall to the floor with a pained growl. It was none other than Mr. Josh.