The ink on the paper blurred into one another, a headache was threatening to form the more he read. He cleared his throat and then looked up at Julian and Iris, who sat there watching him keenly. He wondered if there would be time when he could fully decompress and have alone time to himself, without anyone or any thought. He sighed discreetly and tilted his head.
"I am beginning to think you take pleasure in bringing me these ledgers," Darius muttered, tapping the page with his finger.
Elder Iris tilted her chin up, her long grey hair swept back into a neat twist. Her gold spectacles gleamed in the sunlight, and she smiled with the politeness of someone who knew exactly how much irritation she caused. "Pleasure is a luxury, Alpha. I find satisfaction in order. And right now, your reserves are barely keeping their boots on."
