When my son mocked his exhausted wife for getting “old and fat,” I went to see her for myself—and found five children, one broken woman, and my son doing absolutely nothing.

The surviving, heavily armed mercenaries completely panicked, immediately abandoning their violent assault and desperately fleeing back toward their heavily damaged helicopters.

The massive, incredibly loud roar of the retreating aircraft aggressively faded into the dark, stormy night, leaving the heavily destroyed compound in absolute, deafening silence.

The thick, choking smoke slowly cleared from the highly shattered atrium, revealing the massive, terrifyingly high cost of the violent, incredibly brutal siege.

Marcus was heavily bleeding from a highly aggressive shrapnel wound on his shoulder, but he proudly stood tall, completely securing the heavily damaged perimeter.

Sarah lowered her smoking weapon, her hands slightly trembling, but her beautiful face completely radiating an absolutely undeniable, incredibly fierce power.

We aggressively approached the massive, heavily armored leader who Sarah had violently shot, completely expecting him to be entirely dead on the cold concrete.

Suddenly, the massive attacker violently coughed up a heavy stream of dark blood and aggressively weakly grabbed the edge of a shattered steel desk.

He was absolutely still alive, heavily wounded but entirely capable of answering the highly urgent, incredibly vital questions I desperately needed answered.

I fiercely ordered Marcus to completely zip-tie the highly dangerous attacker to a heavy steel chair and aggressively patch his violent wounds just enough to keep him conscious.

I walked aggressively toward the heavily bleeding mercenary, my high heels completely crunching over the deeply shattered bulletproof glass.

I completely dropped my usual highly refined, polite corporate persona and absolutely embraced the terrifying, incredibly ruthless matriarch I had completely become.

I aggressively leaned directly into his sweating, terrified face and coldly demanded to know the exact location of The Architect.

The heavily wounded mercenary arrogantly spat a mouthful of dark blood onto the floor and completely refused to speak a single word.

I completely refused to play his highly pathetic, incredibly arrogant tactical games.

I fiercely nodded to Marcus, who aggressively grabbed the attacker’s completely uninjured hand and violently slammed it completely flat onto the heavy steel desk.

I quietly informed the mercenary that he completely had exactly five seconds to give me the information, or Marcus was going to completely crush every single bone in his hand.

The absolute, entirely unyielding ice in my voice completely shattered the heavy attacker's arrogant, highly trained resolve in a single second.

He frantically gasped for air and completely confessed that The Architect was currently hiding in a massive, highly classified luxury penthouse completely in the center of Manhattan.

He wildly revealed that the syndicate boss was absolutely panicking because we had completely drained his massive, billions-dollar financial empire.

I aggressively stepped back, feeling a massive, completely undeniable surge of pure, unadulterated victory wash entirely over me.

The Architect was absolutely completely stripped of his massive power, violently cornered in his own city, and entirely desperate to survive.

I completely looked at Sarah, my eyes fiercely burning with absolute, completely unstoppable determination to permanently end this massive war tonight.