"Alright Alexia, what's next on the list?" Lucius asked while leaning back against the plush leather seat of the limousine.
He stretched his arms lazily as though the world owed him comfort, eyes sliding toward his now pale secretary.
They were on the move again, gliding through the city streets like royalty, but his mind was already trying to guess the next brand.
Maybe a watch company.
He needed something sleek, maybe like a digital watch that could stream movies.
That would've been nice.
Alexia, pale as ever from the torture she had endured back at Fizzypop, didn't so much as wince.
She dutifully raised the clipboard, passing it to him.
Even though she looked as if she had swallowed ten lemons in succession, her professionalism never cracked.
That, Lucius supposed, was why the Council had saddled him with her.
He took the clipboard, eyes scanning it, and frowned.
"Jamil clothes?"
The name rolled off his tongue like a bad joke.
