The Messenger's

Before Grill could slap Kaden like he had intended to, his office door was pushed open, and two bulky men wearing expensive black suits walked in with cold expressions on their faces. Without asking them who they were, he knew from where they were coming and what kind of message they had come to share with them. They were Alpha Cameroon messengers, and despite it being the twenty-first century, Alpha Cameroon still relied on messengers to avoid excuses like my phone was on mute, which is why I didn't pick up the phone," or my phone was stuffed in my pocket or purse, which is why I didn't read the message.

He rarely used them, though, and he did so only when it was something important he wanted taken care of or discussed with him. Stairing at them for a while, he cleared his throat, scrunching his eyebrows at them.

"Can I help with anything, gents?" He asked, stared at the hand he had raised to slap Kaden, and dropped it on his side while putting on his reading glasses. Kaden took that