روايات وقصص ضمن The Administrator

I think she might have been regretting my new restrictions on hunting, but I'm not entirely sure. "I'm going to be with the Administratio all day if you need me, alright?" she told me. Administratio is the Latin equivalent for government. The members of the Administratio were the ten hunters that made and enforced all the rules. Back when it was first formed they had unlimited power and did basically anything they wanted, but over the years they became a lot fairer.

This would be a pleasant surprise for her grandmother as well. Amelia glanced at her backstage and was about to settle her earnings when a notification chimed. **Administrator 007:** I finally managed to reach you. Amelia sent back a question mark: Hello? **Administrator 007:** Hello, I’m the admin for this section. In the future, if you run into any issues while live streaming, you can contact me directly to avoid any situations like earlier, where your account might get suspended. Amelia: Okay, thank you. I understand.

The Admin didn’t even turn its head. “BOUND ESCORT,” it said. “YOU ARE NOT PRIMARY DECISION-MAKER.” “Like hell I’m not—” he started. The sound cut off mid‑sentence. His mouth kept moving, but no noise came out. His body locked, every muscle seizing. “Corvin!” I grabbed his arm. He shuddered once, then went terrifyingly still. His eyes met mine—wide, furious, afraid—and couldn’t quite focus. “VOICE SUPPRESSION ENGAGED,” the administrator said calmly. “BOUND ESCORT IS OVERSTEPPING FUNCTION. THIS IS NOT HIS DECISION.”

She let her feet fall forward, then unfolded her body back into an upright position gracefully. Then she tapped the touchpad on the wall and accepted the comm. A section of the titacrete wall became completely transparent, and revealed a screen installed inside of it. On that screen was a stern and gruff-looking administrator. He had a long and haggard face that seemed to be free of any emotion. The heavy bags under his eyes revealed a potential reason why.

She was doing it for us. I groaned, running a hand through my hair. “Can I even refuse you anything?” I muttered, half to myself. She grinned, knowing she’d won. “Nope,” she said cheerfully. I shook my head, a reluctant smile pulling at my lips. “Fine. Let’s go, then. Mr. James is waiting.” Her brows lifted in curiosity. “Mr. James?” “He’s the administrator I’ve been talking to,” I explained. “He’s going to walk you through everything—your schedule, campus rules, all of it. I made sure he’d take good care of you.”

The receptionist gave his response. “So, there you have it. I'm going to refrain from asking another question.” Ping! The elevator door slammed open. The receptionist didn't say anything, but he motioned for Axel to exit the elevator. “The administrator's room is located on the left side of the building. Thus, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep you company for much longer. Sir Brainer, please accept my apologies.” “Thank you for guiding me out of your way! I really appreciated your help.”

“Why do you look so arrogant, do you know who you're talking to? I am the administrator here and I am the one in charge here, whether you are safe or not of course depends on me too. Don't be because Mrs. Mercy protects you so much that you act if all this is appropriate, then you are proud and act if you are everything. Do you know the rules here? Everything is the same, and stop acting like you're the princess, because it won't do you any good if you're here.” I really don't know why this man seems so very strange, he really pressures me to say something honest and that is something that really makes me uncomfortable at all. How could it not be, this is some