***WARNING! Abusive language and attempted rape in this chapter!***
Mihail suffered from pulsing pain around the temple. The pile of documents before him hasn't shrunk a bit, even though he reviewed the paperwork for a whole night.
Trade routes, goods, rumours… He has established many new businesses during his stay here, but hasn't gotten closer to his initial goal, finding 'The Tear of Noir'. His father has grown impatient and threatened to bring him home by force, if necessary.
Knock, knock.
His close aide announced himself before entering the office, bringing a cup of black tea and some more letters on the silver tray.
"Have you stayed up for a whole night again? Doesn't seem like much progress to me."
He put down the hot beverage and Mihail took a sip. The headache wouldn't subside.
"Any news?"