Jordan’s point of view
The agitation was now heard loudly as Flynn turned the knob open, he thrust forth his head, inspecting the door to know the number of people standing out. There standing were the two enforcers personally concerned with my apartment. They had been instructed on how to approach my door, without total interference, thus, the need to alert them before reaching out to me.
Sir, the attention of his majesty is sorted by the people, they chorused, took a bow as required, and left. My inference was right, it's possible that something negative had come up and requested my attention urgently. But why must it be now, that I was trying to get along with Flynn? He had cheered up the moment and proved also, the sort of interesting fellow he was.
But when duty calls, one needs
