Zeon Holt:

I arrived at my workplace and took a seat to unwind. The food was in the package I had prepared for Maleeka, or at least that's what I had told everyone. That's when my security guard entered the room, holding it.

"Sir, what should I do with this?" he inquired.

"Put it here," I grumbled, rolling my eyes. Did I have to spell everything out for them? These ignorant folks, including those siblings and Cynthia, who seemed to cry incessantly, really got on my ...