Gilda

>"How does it make you feel ms Gilda, to have so little power when you used to get whatever you wanted through rage alone."
>Mr wolfe took a long drink of his minty coffee, then sipped on it after.
>It was a slow sip, one that was made to irritate someone a bit, but enrage others who were already on edge, it did it's job perfectly.

"Just drink your damn coffee or put it down"
>She slams her claw down before she acknowledges her outbreak.
"I -I am sorry about that, I just can't seem to control this violent urge. I just see red and then..."

>Mr Wolfe puts his cup down on what remains of his table.
>"Someone will have to control it, and I don't think you would enjoy it very much if I did it. A good nights sleep to reflect on what I have told you might help, but remember I am always here to help my clients"

>Leaving the checkout you want to scream seeing the bill, not only had you lost a day of work, but today would cost you another day's wages... And you were no closer to controlling the anger that brought you here.
>"Have a nice day ma'am"
"A nice day, A nice day"
>The red of blood and hatred fills your eyes as you look at the little mare secretary, maybe not out of school yet herself.
"How about you take this bill and shove it down your nose and you can have a good day you spoiled brat of a filly. If i see you outside I will bucking gut you "

>"MS GILDA"
>Wolfe looks at eh gryphon with disappointment in his eyes.
>"Come here right now"