Chapter 85 Enemy Of Convenience

• Ronald sat down filling the forms placed on his table as quickly as possible. There were several batches of just piles upon piles of paperwork. There was no saying he'd be stuck here for hours. He scribbled hurriedly, his attention was too focused he didn't notice the door to the office creak open.
• His face was a weird contortion of anger, hate and stress. He didn't believe he would be stuck behind a desk handling paperwork and taking orders from a mere council leader. His breaths were undulating as his annoyance grew with each form he filled. He was supposed to be up there directing the affairs of state in place of Melissa. He had the plan hatched out perfectly, he had the allies he needed working for him but somehow, he'd fail by sheer luck. Every single thing he'd directed at the girl had ended up in failure.
• He hurriedly filled three more forms, his head heating up as his annoyance grew. He reached a point in the forms and discovered he'd made a mistake, he crumpled the paper and threw it away, oblivious that it had hit somebody standing before him. He slammed the table angrily and cleared the entire files off it. Papers floating across the room as he slammed his fist into the table, tearing a hole in it.