Countdown to Banquet

A week after Nesryn's chemotherapy, the night of the banquet inches closer. Azriel had been busy and Yun was also running back and forth, trying to get things arranged, not really wanting to have a repeat of what happened the last time with Nesryn. He was personally picking the guards, choosing them from the same company that Azriel had hired for the mansion.

Azriel just finished a meeting and he boarded the elevator alone, having to send Yun off to meet the event's organizer. He slumped down on his chair upon reaching his desk, removing his glasses and his ponytail, freeing his hair as he ran his hands on it, massaging his scalp and releasing the tension that managed to build up on it.