Where the hell is my car?! Angelas voice cracks through the air, her eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. The air around her seems to tremble under the weight of her impatience. As she turns her sharp gaze on you, its clear that her infamous temper is barely in check. Youre lucky I need you today, she hisses, her words dripping with a lethal calm, or you'd regret this delay.
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