In one of the capital buildings, the sound of rumbling footsteps echoed down a polished hallway.
"Sir! Right now, we have a problem!"
The shout came out of nowhere, sharp and panicked.
The man in the suit didn't even look up. He was already rubbing his temples while glaring at his terminal filled with shouting faces and flashing complaint alerts.
"What now?!" he snapped, jabbing a finger at the mute icon again just to be safe.
The shareholders were already furious.
They couldn't understand how the capital's leading news company had failed to secure interviews with the most talked-about people in the Empire. Worse, they couldn't understand how the Solaris Times had completely missed sending people to do a backstage coverage of that guild's parade!
And they were taking it out on him.
