Arsalan ends the call, peering at the one who gave the orders. "She's talkative. Are you sure we can use her?"
"That's Jude alright. She will talk you to death, but beneath that is a good reporter who's stuck in the shadows. How do I put it, she's..."
"Annoying?"
"Pfft! Yeah," Stephanie went around the table to hide in Arsalan's chest. "Haa...Arsalan, I still hate that mask."
"We're in your office, I can't take that risk," Arsalan let her down slowly.
"Speaking of that, why don't I move your office here? This space is big enough for two."
"No!"
"Why? I'd rather be with you all day than these shelves and...emptiness!" Stephanie pouted.
"My office is perfect where it is, Regent. It's bad enough that we fight like ten-year-olds at night. Do not add the daytime to it."
"What if I com
