"What the hell is wrong with this schedule?!"
Bassena looked up from the rows and rows of everything he needed to attend for the next week; talkshow, commercial shoot, interview, another talkshow, product testing, more talk show…
"Isn't that normal after a dungeon clear?" Lex cheekily shrugged. It was also clear that his response stemmed from the fact that he was the one who had to handle all of Bassena's business during the trip to the Northern Alliance.
He had to push all of Bassena's existing schedule, handling the constant calls, and everything. And now that Bassena came back all clean and bright, he decided that it was time for his boss to be as miserable as him, dropping the schedule while they rode the elevator.
"It's your fault to be MIA for three days, Sir," Lex continued nonchalantly. "And it was all approved by the Guildmaster, so..."