Isthmus Manufacturing

"Welcome back, boss."

"Mmhmm."

Ves had reached his mental limit by the time that he returned to his suite at the local branch headquarters of the Larkinson Clan.

Exhaustion radiated from his body as he sat down on a couch like an old man who had returned from a long day of work.

"Meow meow meow…"

Lucky meanwhile dug into the bowl of high-grade exotics that Gavin had especially prepared as an evening snack. The cat had already eaten several meals before, but his hunger remained unabated as it took a surprising amount of energy and resources to repair his damaged archemetal body.

That, or the cat simply took advantage of this opportunity to scam more food out of Ves.

Before Ves addressed his assistant, he activated the room projector and tuned in on a random news broadcast.