She returned to the main room. All teeth. All screwed. “Sir, we have a problem,” she said through gritted teeth to her boss.
The group were growing restless and agitated, demanding answers or their money back!
“One moment, please,” he said, and led the smiling assistant to a quieter part of the room. “Spill it.”
“Well, sir, it seems the players are working together, sir. It’s really quite remarkable—“
He gave her a death stare. Remarkable was not a word he’d ever want to hear used to describe a player. His anger showed as he said, “Release the hounds. Now!”
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That's one way to make them scatter!