JAKE.
I walked out of the conference hall with a sigh, rubbing the back of my head. I was equal parts weary and angry, and with good reason. It was clear from this meeting with my stock and finance managers that things were looking fishy with my accounts.
Someone was messing up with the accounts and my investments, and none of them knew who it was, why these people were doing this or how they were able to in the first place.
It was all so frustrating, and had made for a less than happy mood for myself and my accounts managers who looked scared out of their wits as I demanded answers as soon as possible, or else.
With another exasperated sigh, I waved my hand about to send my magic streaming around, and I began to float a foot off the ground once more, swiftly turning about an
