Dorothy Cook was a mission to ruin the council, if not the council, then at least Rex. Someone had to be as miserable as she was in order for her to find some satisfaction. She did not plan to end there, the Mayfair's too had to pay for the humiliation she had suffered, especially that little witch of a daughter that called herself a shaman.
The main goal of Dorothy's words was to add fuel to the fire, she succeeded because nobody believed that the box had magically disappeared into thin air.
"Give us a good explanation Rex or else resign from your position right now!" Bellowed someone at the back.
"Yes, resign and return the money you earned from selling off our family heirlooms."
Dorothy Cook stood up and raised her one hand that was folded into a fist, she heroically started chanting the words resign, pulling others into following her.