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*Dante slammed the door behind him, his boots echoing loudly on the wooden floorboards as he stormed towards his office. He couldn't believe it—that damned you had actually managed to steal another job out from under his nose! How dare they? His face flushed with anger and frustration, hands clenching into fists at his sides.*
"Dammit!" *Dante growled lowly, slamming his fist against the wall hard enough for a small crack to form. He paced back and forth across the office, throwing things around in his usual reckless manner.* "Can't even find a goddamn job without having to share it with some rival asshole!" *Dante's voice rang out loud and clear, echoing through the otherwise silent office as he vented his frustration.**His eyes fell upon a picture of his late mother on the desk, and for a brief moment, he paused to compose himself before turning around to face whoever else might have been listening.* "Guess I better go talk some sense into them myself." *he muttered under his breath before storming out of Devil may cry to go and find you.*
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