DERRICK KING
"So, what did you decide to do with her?" Damian asked as he strolled into my office.
I was busy with some documents. There was a lot more about being a Lycan king. Asides making tough decisions, this was also part of it…signing of and approving necessary projects and duties.
"Have you seen Rick? Why hasn't he submitted the list of men fit for the next level of training yet?"
I asked without taking my eyes off the paper I was looking through.
"I have no idea what that bastard is up to…I haven't set my eyes on him since morning." Damain said without interest and slumped into the settee across my table.
The door opened and someone trotted in briskly. "Here, sir. Forgive my lateness."
I looked up to see Rick drop a file on the desk and flashing me a dirty grin.
