About two month ago.
Alex sat in his office as usual, documents splayed across his desk in a haphazard manner.
His tie was pulled to his chest, the top buttons of his shirt were undone and beads of sweat threatened his, unwise tight composure.
He'd been stomped by several officials and financial matters, the creation of the new hall was slow and things weren't moving particularly well.
Running a hand down his face, his eyes drifted to a figure across from him. Sprawled on the chair like he owned it.
Alex gritted his teeth subtly. It'd grown incessantly annoying how comfortable Aegon became in his office.
Like right now, there was no mission, it was mid-afternoon, so he probably had class.
And yet, here he was.
"What are you doing here, Dhalar?" Alex added finally, narrowing his eyes. "There's no mission for you."
"I know." Aegon answered without looking his way. "Just bored."
"Bored?" Alex repeated. "How the hell is that my business? Get the hell out of my office."
