Bab 180: Trouble in Paradise I

There was an all-too-gleeful smile that hung off Jonah's face, one that Atticus did not like. 

He had his quill in hand, scribbling along the documents that required his attention. However, Atticus hadn't failed to notice his best friend leaning against the doorframe of his office, watching him like a gossipy housewife watching their neighbors air out their dirty laundry. Jonah was gloating about something and that was enough to cause some unrest in Atticus's mind.

"You are creeping me out," said Atticus. He sneered, only sparing Jonah a brief glance before returning his gaze to the documents. "Cut that out. Don't you have things to do?"

"I am quite the busy man," Jonah said. "Although, not as the head of the royal knights, but rather, a relationship therapist for the king and queen of Vramid. You know, Atticus, I truly deserve a raise for all the extra work I do."