"Uh, Boss Orion? Hello… Oh SHIT! Damn it, not again Myron!"
The frightened ex-assassin would then rush towards his compact private bathroom, panicking while he tears off his clothes at the thought that the authoritative royal, both with The Midnight Resort and Sir Reuben's Castaňeda Enterprises and other businesses that the prince is part of, is now very angry at him for asking such awkward and debatable questions.
He has already showered and dressed in record time and is soon rushing out the door with his sports jacket and jeans on, but his hair all ruffled up and still wet.
But he didn't care at that point.
He just didn't want to get on the young-looking and military-trained Prince's bad side.
How much more the possible monarchical heir of an entire kingdom in another country…
