"What the hell do you mean the entire Yaima group was wiped out by another noble? How did they sneak an entire army into the city without anyone whispering a single word to me about this?"
Governor Alabaster hurled the stack of ledgers across the room.
They slammed against the far wall, scattering loose papers like confetti over the expensive, yet dust-coated rug.
Seated at the opposite side of the heavy mahogany table was his assistant, a man whose face was pale and slick with sweat. He clutched a single, trembling book in his hands, containing the disastrous report he was currently delivering to the Governor of the Eastern Territory.
"That is not all, Your Grace," the assistant stammered, flinching as Alabaster slammed his fist onto the table. "They have also claimed all the oil mines. They are requesting to speak with you immediately about transferring the legal rights to Baron Lord Dorian Aurelian."
This made Alabaster frown even deeper, the veins in his forehead bulging.
