Well, for one, he wouldn't want to be in the position of the employees at the mecha registration department.
Second, he absolutely wouldn't want to be the poor soul assigned to manage archive bookings from crazed master mechanics.
Third, he would sooner fling himself into a trash dump than join Killian Nox's team of hard workers.
And fourth, he most certainly wouldn't want to be an employee of the Mylor company.
Oh. Well. Scratch that. Maybe he would want to be part of the Mylor family. The pay, the prestige, and up close access to all the best goods—tempting.
But out of every possible choice, the absolute worst position right now had to be one held by Duke Leander himself, who was currently on the floor.
Rolling.
In despair.
Utter despair.
His dream had been so close yet so far, only for fate to snatch it away at the last second. What tragedy was this?! What cruelty of the heavens was this mockery?!
