Sylvia pov
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It was not uncommon. Twas not. That those who gathered in front of I, the ruler of this city, would stare in contempt at my visage. They would challenge with words of conflict and actions of defiance.
Not one in attendance rose their voices, not one spoke of the matter so urgent. They looked around, their only loyalty the cash in the accounts I made for them. And their only devotion, the city they were tasked to protect. If I died, then sure their cash would drip dry, but their skills and abilities would let them transfer from branch to branch.
Such was my duty, allowed not a drop of emotion. I had to assuage their concerns and let their bodies be filled with a wayward confidence greater than the money that flowed through their wallets.
"John. Report."
