River:
By noon, I had signed twenty-seven documents, argued with three people, reviewed two field reports about rogue movements near the northern borders, and threatened to personally rip out the throat of an Alpha who thought rules of our world weren't for him.
I was busy, too busy, to waste my time on petty distractions.
And yet…
Here I was, sitting in the backseat of a sleek black car with my crest gleaming faintly on the door. Without even realizing it, I was drumming my fingers against the leather armrest as the city blurred past the window.
Beside me, my secretary was sitting with a digital pad in her lap. She was cautiously silent, perhaps sensing the sharpness in the air around me.
"Remind me again why we are heading to headquarters?" she finally dared to ask.
I didn't look at her.
"For oversight," I said flatly. "There are reports to review. Interns to monitor."
She didn't speak again. Wise.
