Elson wrung his hands as he searched my face anxiously as he asked, "Are these arrangements to your satisfaction? If not, I can issue a blacklist order to bar them from finding work in this industry..."
"That's enough," I said quickly. Firing them as a form of punishment was sufficient; cutting off their livelihood would be too extreme.
Elson looked visibly relieved. "As expected of the future Luna of the Silverclaw Pack, you are truly as kind as you are beautiful."
He escorted us to the ground floor, where we found Fiona and the receptionist clearing out their desks under watchful eyes. When they spotted us, their faces were a mix of emotions.
As Adele passed them, she abruptly turned and exclaimed, "Hey, Fiona! Look at this—it's your loss, a massive one! So, who looks more like a beg
