Elara kept looking at the man, waiting for him to speak as she put her dagger back on her waist strap, a habit she had developed since she turned eleven and was attacked by a molester near her school.
She noticed multiple emotions pass through the man's eyes before they teared up, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes before she signaled for him to sit, which he didn't.
"Why was I the last one to know you came back, boss?" the man asked, his teary eyes becoming accusing.
Elara pressed her lips into a thin line. She already had enough drama since morning; the last thing she wanted was a yapping subordinate stalling her resting time.
"Things happened fast. I didn't get the time to inform everyone personally. I just called Xylon, and he spread the news," Elara said helplessly before she walked around the man, feeling tired after everything.
