Time passes by quickly when you get lost in work. Although Sylvester hated paperwork, he wasn't someone who would do a job half-heartedly. He read every document with utmost focus and wrote down replies and corrections wherever needed. He gave approvals and stamped his seal on some others.
For the entire night, he worked tirelessly and, occasionally, oversaw the creation of a directory to account for the slaves and compile data about them. The plan was to head out in the morning since there wasn't much time left before he needed to be in Beastaria.
"Mewmewmew… B-banana… hehe…"
Sylvester enviously looked at Miraj sleeping on his desk, spreading his paws wide and resting on his belly as if he were made of jelly. The furball snored and mumbled in sleep as always—truly, his joys in life were quite simple. As long as he had his Maxy beside him, life was good.
