The job of protecting Kiet and his sister wasn't even the kind of assignment that could be given to just anyone in the first place. Protecting an omega and his sister, who weren't from their unit and, on top of that, worked under the orders of the wealthy elite, was something that, no matter who Taras assigned it to, would first be questioned.
Maxim, though stubborn enough not to lift a finger without getting answers to his questions, was still the best man for the job. However, first, without a doubt, he needed that answers. So, he was now showering Taras with questions.
"Why should I protect an omega who satisfies the loins of old parliament members?"
"You're getting stranger by the day, Tar."
"What's the deal? Why is this omega worth protecting?"
"Who exactly is after this omega?"
Before Taras could continue ignoring the questions, there was a knock on the office door, and someone walked in holding a piece of paper sealed inside a plastic bag.
