924 Bad Luck

"Amoray, what is the meaning of this?"

The stoic middle-aged man stood before the cold young woman, his expression even colder than it usually was. 

Amoray, who had just been delving deep into her own thoughts, was thrown completely off guard by this line of questioning. She hurriedly stood to display her respect, but this didn't help her understand what her superior was getting at. 

"Sir Engnaril!"

Amoray's back stood tall and straight as though she was a soldier rather than the office worker she truly was. She was maybe a bit too eager in her actions because her button down shirt almost threatened to burst. Luckily, the material was flexible and durable enough to hold up.