I was bored again. Sitting at the meeting table with Mr. perfect's file that was — as always — the only one opened in front of me.
"I did see much potential in you back then, Emma's boy,"
I was spending tedious working hours away from that desk recently, not standing the sight of those fake photos anymore.
Plus, this was closer to my real project. I grinned as I eyed the map pinned to the wall next to me.
The sound of tapping my polished nails on my desk irritated me — so I tapped even louder — I was planning on finding a way to convince king Arthur to spare me from this condition.
On days when Emma's boy was a no-show, the exile felt a thousand times better than being stuck in a place full of humans.
Not just humans, the worst kind.
Teenagers.
"Haaaaah… boring~"
