Stolen Goods

The office is a mess, with papers scattered across the floor. The ornate vase that once graced the corner of the room is now lying in shattered pieces.

In the centre of the chaos stands Malik, his face contorted with rage as he glares at the trembling security guard.

"You can't find it?" he snarls, his voice dripping with venom. "How could you possibly lose something so valuable?"

The guard cowers, his hands raised in a placating gesture. "Sir, I... we tried, but after the explosion, the area was in complete chaos. By the time we got there, the case was gone."

Malik lets out a guttural roar, his fist crashing down on the desk, causing the guard to flinch. "I don't care about your excuses!" he snarls. "That gun was worth a FORTUNE, and now it's gone because of your incompetence!"

The guard swallows hard, his palms sweating. "I-I'm sorry, Sir. We searched everywhere, but it was nowhere to be found. Someone must have taken it."