Problems Before the Festival [1]

Monday.

August 28, 2148.

A week had passed since he started his solo subjugations in Everglade.

On weekdays Brandon would diligently attend lectures. All while meeting with the Disciplinary Committee. 

Then in the afternoons, he would continue leading his class. Once those ended, another meeting with the committee would occur.

The days went by like this.

And before he knew it, the Foundation Festival was set for next week.

Things were progressing pretty smoothly.

But that was until…

"What do you mean the supplies were stolen?"

Currently, Brandon was on the phone with their food supplier.

—We're really sorry, Sir. The delivery would be pushed back for the next two weeks.

"I can't have that. The Festival is next week."

—To compensate, we'll be delivering 60% more goods than the amount you've requested. And all for the same price.

"Haa…"

Brandon massaged his temples.