Chapter 12 : Those That Wear Sheepskin

Jévon’s POV

“…I’m sorry, Jévon, but who is this?”

I looked back from my boss to see Lord Ingálvur having a very heated conversation with the tropical fish in Mayor Alston’s tank. He was speaking low to them in Arabic, but beyond identifying the language, I could not—for the life of me—understand why or what he was saying.

“…An intern, sir,” I finally said for lack of any lie which would be plausible to cover my lord’s many…eccentricities. “He’s had a hard time getting…accustomed to the city is all.”

“Ah,” and Mayor Ethridge Coolidge Alston Jr. said nothing more on the matter, thinking of Lord Ingálvur as either a fledgling lotus-eater or someone riddled with knock-off enchantments. “Then perhaps we can look over these new proposals the Commissioner sent in this morning about needing more funds allocated from the budget?”

“Of course, sir.”