Nuisance

Jibril sat at the table working on the papers. Unlike Angelo who was used to it already, the general's son wasn't. He preferred physical labour to working behind a desk.

Most would agree that Jibril's personality was suitable for the field. As far as diplomacy was concerned, he wasn't the best candidate.

Despite this, he had enough knowledge to work in whichever field he was thrown into. He just didn't enjoy it nor felt as fulfilled as when he was getting his hands dirty.

Samia watched him from where she sat. It was really amusing to look at her brother's work. The more he detested the work, the more amusement she felt.

It was quite entertaining. " Say brother, why do you look like you are being force fed? Is it that bad? It's just a few scrolls and sorting them out."

She was teasing him and they both knew it. Jibril placed the pen down and faced his sister.