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Strangely, he had very little work coming from the Luna’s duties, which just proved once again that he had tortured himself and his pack with her presence for no good reason. Most of his extra work was from correcting everything she had fucked up over the years. The school was currently next in line to receive some much needed upgrades, while he awaited the reports from the two investigations his warriors and trackers were currently working on. Thankfully the store selling her items was making a fair profit.

_*]:min-w-0 !gap-3.5"> I woke up earlier than my normal time. My roommates were still deeply asleep. They had been working tirelessly these days. I saw their training routine and it was more vigorous than all the training I had done in the past. I wouldn't survive if I followed their techniques.

The elevator ride down was significantly less "purring" and more "vibrating with the force of a panic attack." Maya stared at her phone screen, which was now a waterfall of notifications. Her battery was at 4%, screaming in its final throes, but the damage was immortalized in the cloud. Every major news outlet had picked up the clip. *The Daily Beast* had already headlined it: *Clock-Work CEO: Julian Vane’s Secret Hobby Goes Global.*

Still after brushing off his rest of the thoughts he mumbled in a low tone. "Look Myra, I am sorry." Never in his life had he said sorry. Today he said sorry too just for making her wrists bruised. "You are just saying sorry for the shitty work that you have done? Are you out of your mind? If I put you through the same test would you like it?"