The next day, Jarl is sitting in his office, massaging his temples. He didn't even have time to go home and change before coming to the office, and the headache is putting him in a bad mood. He has many pending meetings for this morning from very early on, and that is overwhelming him."Here, take this," Gabriel says, placing a large cup of black coffee in front of him. "I told you it wasn't good to overdo it.""Don't start with that," Jarl grumbles, pointing at him. "You're not my mom to scold me. I've had enough of you; if it bothers you so much, I'll give you the chance to leave so you won't have to put up with me anymore.""It's true, I'm not your mom, but I'm your friend, Jarl. And my job is precisely that, to advise you. You need to control yourself before this spirals out of control.""It's not that serious," Jarl scoffs, taking a long sip of his coffee. "Everything is under control, and you know it.""It's not. You're spending too much, and profits have reduced. For months, in
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