Inside a luxurious office with a massive blackwood desk, a plush professional chair, and a banner of the Neo-Earth World Government hung on the gray walls, the light from a lamppost reflected in the eyes of a bald old man staring out the tall windows.
"Ai Ai Ai I'm your little dragonfly~."
Hearing the ringtone of one of his phones meant for official business with the government, Principal Jebroham's brows furrowed, the serene expression on his face that he fought for the entire day replaced by the usual sternness.
He had two phones allocated to the government, and the one he needed to pick up was the one he very seldom used.
Only the higher-ups knew of its contact number.
The old academic leader couldn't help but speculate about who was calling.
He soon arrived in front of his desk, pulling the drawer open.
He then picked up the phone, brows furrowing further at the sight of the unknown, unregistered number.
Principal Jebroham stared at it for a while before answering.
