Julius sat in his office, a deep sense of frustration settling in his chest as he lazily skimmed through another document.
His elbow rested on the desk, and his cheek leaned heavily against his hand. Papers piled up in front of him, but none of them held his interest.
His assistant stood nearby, ever watchful, a silent reminder that Ardent Pitt had placed him there to ensure Julius stayed confined—no chance of slipping away, no room for rebellion.
Julius sighed softly as he finished one page and pushed it to the side. Grabbing another, he let his eyes glaze over the text, but it barely registered in his mind.
The only sound in the room was the relentless ticking of the clock, each second dragging longer than the last.
"Coffee," Julius muttered, his voice void of energy.
"Understood." The assistant immediately responded, ringing a small bell. Within seconds, a butler entered the room.
