THE DIPLOMAT: The Academy’s Hierarchical System

Jerson kept the pile of documents inside the briefcase. He also fixed his tie before looking at the mirror. Jerson’s hair was well-groomed and his suit made him look even better. He looked like a competent professor in the academy who had completed a double degree.

Later, his phone rang. He looked at the screen and saw Noah’s number. He wore his eyeglasses before he answered the call.

“We’re already here. Where the heck are you?” Noah impolitely asked.

Jerson sighed. “I’m on my way there,” he answered. He hastily gets the key to his cruiser.

Jerson lazily boarded on his motorcycle, started its engine, and steered it at full speed.

The benign ambiance of the street made Jerson’s heart flutter. If only this would be his everyday routine, an ordinary day like every ordinary person enjoys, he would be really pleased. But his life was beyond what is typical ever since his parents fled. He was being hunted like prey for the predator and vice