"What have I done to make you disrespect me so much that you don't even want to call me 'Lord'?" Perfikot stretched her hand towards the bald man, making a gripping gesture, and lifted him off the sofa, causing the match and cigar in his hand to roll onto the floor: "To berate my orders so recklessly in my office and be so impudent, what gives you the courage to act so wantonly in front of a Count of the Empire?
I don't care whether what you say is right or wrong, I just want you to know that only I have the authority to make decisions because I am the Lord of the Northern Territory, only me! Besides Her Majesty the Empress, only death can annul my command."
"Co... Count! I beg you, spare me! I... I... know my mistake!" The bald man grabbed his neck with both hands, speaking the words of plea with difficulty.
But it was already too late.
