Angry Mage

“What do you mean Mr. and Mrs. Flamingo  coming to Paris anyway?”

I considered setting the phone down as Mage Jaye went off on a tirade. She was clearly upset that I had not accomplished the task she’d assigned to me. She went on and on for about five minutes, shouting at me about how this was outrageous, that the Flamingos simply had to stay home, that she wasn’t about to let them visit Fionna in her current setting, and enough other things that I couldn’t have responded to even if she would’ve given me a few seconds to interject that it was doing me no good to hold the phone anyway. As it was, I had it away from my ear. She was so loud when she was angry. I had a feeling she might burst my eardrum.

Eventually, she paused, and at first, I thought she expected me to reply, but when she started up again, I realized she&rs