Edmon had imagined Sio will be turning into a walking disaster, but things were worse than he had imagined. Several days had passed but there was no change in his demeanor, a gloomy aura surrounded him always. Anastasio who was already unapproachable but now that had multiplied several times, the employees used to walk on egg shells earlier, now walked on sword, he lambsted everyone with his sarcasm, and his tyranny was at it's peaks. Meetings with Anastasio seemed to be like a death wish, it looked like the tyrant was at his court, and just a little mistake and people would be off their heads.
Those employees who were already in his hit list, were fired in a day, the mistakes he might have let slide earlier were now enough to lose your job. And about his coldness, he was already the epitome of the cold of the North, now he was the merciless winters of the North.