Rion Vale's POV
Gen sits across from me, glasses sliding down his nose as he flips through the financial reports for the sixth—no, seventh—time. His brows are pinched tight, the way they always are when disaster crawls into our project.
"Sir… how is this even possible?" he mutters, voice thick with stress. "There's a massive imbalance in the budget. A whole chunk just—vanished. I rechecked everything and—"
Before he can finish, I open the next file myself. The corner of my lips lift. Ah… so my kitten has finally made his first move.
I lean back in my chair, exhaling slowly, letting the ceiling take my stare. You're really trying everything, hmm? Little kitten… you're desperate to run from me that badly? The thought warms my blood, sharp amusement pulsing through every vein.
Gen, meanwhile, looks like he's about to faint under the weight of the paperwork mountain in front of him.
