"Are you from the GLDs?" The man behind the laminated Obsidian table asked. A calm voice greeted them. And the beholder of such a voice was apparently the boss of these establishments.
"Mr. Jonaz?" Lance asked. He stood behind Damian as the latter portrayed overprotectiveness towards the boy. Luckily, the man was just alone inside the room.
"Yes. You did not answer my question," the man retorted. "Or you do not understand the meaning of GLDs. Governing Laws Department?""
Lance shook his head. He was perturbed too about the question as if the man expected a different group.
"Those feckers," The man pushed himself away from the table and his stool glided a bit, revealing his overalls to his visitors. "Who are you, then?" His voice raised to anger.
