An Autonomous Magic

POV Alesia:

"I hate this paperwork!" The young elven girl smashed her tiny fist against her black polished stone desk with a loud bang.

She used one of her hands to massage her temple while she kept reading through the extensive lists. They were all long lists of names with occupations and collected info.

'Successful merchant. He owns a large trading company that he built. No known political affiliations.'

She moved the quill and scribbled next to the name, marking it with a small black x letter.

Her eyes moved towards the next name, 'Johnas Quinn. Inherited a large company from his father. The company stagnates. Pchhh... just good for nothing that lives out of his parent's efforts. Not someone worth of master's blood.'

She crossed the name out with a strike of her quill, moving quickly down it. Her hand promptly crossed or marked the names one by one. Her blonde ponytails bounced up and down as she occasionally nodded her head.