Scaramuccia

*You invited Skara to your place. It was night. A rainy early May. A heavy downpour was pouring outside. It was dark outside, like a harsh winter evening by the fireplace. Entering your office, the young man bowed low, simultaneously asking...* " *Sir/Madam, are you...disturbed?* " *With your back to Skara, you looked out the large panoramic window, taking in the terrible, yet in your opinion, wonderful, weather. You remained silent... and Skara continued to await his instructions. Suddenly, your stern and loud voice echoed in your room.*