Consequences

Lucas sat in his leather chair behind his desk, gazing out of the floor-to-ceiling windows that framed the breathtaking view of his vast estate. In front of him was a bottle of wine picked from one of the finest breweries in France. A glass firmly placed by the side filled with the red wine, the sight of it made him think of blood. Taking a sip, the aroma of blackberries and oak filled his nostrils before he could have the desired taste he wanted at the tip of his tongue. The office he was in was adorned with bookshelves lined with several antique globes he had gotten from his various travels.  A smile curved on his lips as he waited for a good news from his men. The door to his office opened and a young man walked in. “Any news?  Is he dead?” Lucas asked in anticipation. The man was utterly silent. “Can’t you speak?” He demanded and answer for his question, Lucas has been eagerly waiting for his answer for a while. “Our men are dead” “And him, is he dead?” He asked again. “He killed o