Chapter 133. A New Plan..

I'm in my office when a guard bursts into my office, breathless and wide-eyed. "Sir, there's an urgent joint summit being called. You're expected to attend immediately."

I let out a frustrated sigh. These summits always mean more demands and red tape to deal with. "Can't they handle this without me for once?" I grumble.

The guard shakes his head. "I'm afraid not, sir. They've specifically requested your presence."

I groan in frustration, slamming the files shut. The benefactors - those stupidity wealthy elites who oversee the Games - are the bane of my existence.

"Unbelievable. Can't they see I'm up to my neck in work here? We're still recovering from the disastrous events of the last Games."

The guard shifts nervously. "I'm afraid they won't take no for an answer, sir. They said it's non-negotiable."

I pinch the bridge of my nose, feeling a migraine coming on. "Fine, fine. Tell them I'll be there momentarily."

As the guard scurries off, I mutter a string of curses under my breath.