Dealing with the ladies from Golden Phoenix was more exhausting than fighting Vulcan itself. Ren could still feel the phantom ache of all their chatter echoing in his skull.
Honestly, handling the Boss was easier—it at least had predictable attack patterns.
Women, on the other hand, were chaotic creatures of emotion and noise.
Ren sighed deeply as he leaned back in his chair. "I've had enough social interaction for one lifetime," he muttered.
He just wanted silence, a bit of peace, and maybe a long nap.
But peace didn't last long.
His phone started ringing.
The name flashing on the screen made his shoulders tense instantly.
Saya.
Ren's thumb hovered over the screen. He was seconds away from pressing "cancel" when the ringing abruptly stopped.
The silence that followed was short-lived. When his screen returned to normal, it was filled with missed calls and message notifications—dozens of them, all from the same name.
Ren rubbed his temple. "Of course."
