The Last Dragon Lord

XXVII

XXVII

Miri entered Governor Grimoire’s office.

It was empty.

She sighed with relief.

This will make my life much easier, she thought.

She had typed a report on the way to the Hall of Governance and she held it against her chest. The paper was still warm because she’d had to ask the governor’s secretary to print it. The secretary told her to put the report on his desk. Miri asked why she couldn’t just drop it off, but the secretary insisted that she deliver it herself.

So she walked across the office, across the soft carpet to the governor’s large mahogany desk.

A grimoire blinked on his desk.

It couldn’t have been for her, so she tried not to look at it. She set the report on his desk and quickly turned away.

Something beeped.

She quickened her pace and then she heard the beep again.

Her hand was on the doorknob when the office filled with loud, incessant beeping.

The secretary, a middle-aged woman in black hair and a white dress was standing at the door, frowning. “Pick up your message already, will you?”

Miri looked back at the desk. “I’m sorry—that’s for me?”

“Why else do you think it’s beeping?”

Miri walked back to the desk. The grimoire was glowing, and sure enough, it had her name on it. She picked it up, ran her hand along the glossy card stock. It responded to her touch and a message appeared on it.

It is no longer necessary to speak with you, Professor. Dean Rosehill is already quite upset with your lack of progress. Don’t be surprised at future bad news. Get out of my office.

Did he already know about the events of the bog?

She didn’t know. But he was still an asshole regardless. Miri threw the grimoire on the ground and stomped out of the office.