Final showdown

11

Cersei sat shaking behind their makeshift barricade as gunshots and shouts continued outside. The old man paced restlessly, glancing between her and the door with wild eyes.

"Please," Cersei begged, "tell me what you want. I'll do anything, just make this stop."

The old man sneered, fear and desperation twisting his features. "What I want is that damn apple! But these gangsters have ruined everything." He kicked at a stray chair in frustration.

"Where is it?" He snarled, grabbing Cersei by the shoulders. "Do you have it here or not?!"

She shook her head frantically. "N-no, the safe is in my top floor office. But we'll never make it past those men!"

The old man muttered a curse and started pacing again.

"Fuck!" He let out an exasperated sigh as he paced the office, running his hands through his thinning hair in frustration.

He started pacing around the office again, muttering angrily to himself. "This was not how this was supposed to go," he muttered to himself. "Should've just
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