96

Nathanael

I’m already barely following what the counsel of the counterparty is saying while I watch Gilda storm into my office.

Her eyes are swollen, tears sticking to her cheek, and I groan because why did I choose the most dramatic witch to be my familiar?

She crosses her arms, flashing me a defiant look while she taps her foot repeatedly, and I lift my hand, furrowing my brows.

Unfortunately, she remains unmoved, and I pass my fingers over my eyes, cutting the call with the excuse that there is an emergency and that I will have to call him back.

“What is it?” I ask, annoyed, making her drop her arms with a huff.

“You sent him back to the cave?” she shouts in despair, and I roll my eyes, gesturing to the door.

Having him too close was making me go insane.

“If you want to make a scene. Close the door. Because I don’t want my employees to think we are a madhouse.”

She gasps, lifting her hands to touch her forehead. “The fucking audacity of yours. We are a fucking madhouse. An