Prestige

The next morning, Arion finished his shower and quickly dressed. As he stood in his wardrobe, he realized how dependent he had become on Emily for selecting his clothes. For years, she had meticulously prepared his outfits, both for work and daily wear.

"Hah!"

With reluctant steps, he opened each closet door, searching for something suitable. It wasn’t until he reached the fifth closet that he found a casual outfit.

He chose a white sweater and denim jeans. He had plans to meet Reynard and Felix at their ‘basecamp’ to discuss the current situation.

“Not bad!” he muttered, glancing at himself in the mirror, not forgetting to wear his watch.

With a lighter step, he left his pavilion, feeling a bit more at ease after seeing a photo his subordinate had sent him of Emily smiling broadly.

"At least you're okay! I promise to resolve this quickly!" he whispered to himself, whistling softly.

"Kak!!" Iris and Irina called out in unison as they spotted Arion walking in the garden.

Arion felt a p