Tyranny of Steel

Berengar sat within the confines of his office while holding a cup of coffee in one hand and a status report in the other. His office was clean and tidy, as per usual. Berengar was an incredibly organized man. In his mind, everything had its place, and to disrupt this order would cause him mental anguish.

An example of this was the mountain of paperwork that was neatly stacked on the side of his desk. Every morning, a page would come in and unload a pile of paperwork onto this exact corner. If it was placed anywhere else, Berengar would have an aneurysm and would be compelled by his own mind to put the stack of paper in its proper place before getting to work for the day.

Naturally, there was also a small coaster within his reach that acted as the house of his coffee mug. After taking a sip of the brew, Berengar smiled before placing the mug down in its proper place. He was reading over a document which was a report by the Gunther Merchant company about the ongoing progress of the Colony they had established in what was Cuba of his past life. While he was reading this report, a knock resounded on the door. Berengar calmly placed the paper on the top of the stack before answering the intrusion.

”You may enter… ”

After saying this, the door opened to reveal the petite figure of Berengar ’s first wife, Adela. Berengar smiled when he saw the woman approach him. That is until she spoke of what was concerning her.

”Berengar, we need to talk about my sister Ava… ’

Berengar had a single fond memory of Ava, and that was when he walked in on the woman ’s bath and saw her impressive bosom. However, in his experience, the woman was an enormous pain in the ass. The only reason he had allowed the bitch to take care of his children while he was away on his honeymoon was because Adela had insisted upon it. Though she performed her duties well, the woman ’s actions only slightly improved Berengar ’s impression of her. Thus, he sighed heavily before asking his wife to cut to the chase.

”What happened to the poor woman this time? ”