In the quarter of the current leader of angels, Joshyua.

He was gripping a summary report furiously. Miserably enough, there were a whole stack of papers on his side and they were all reports from his friends.

He was gritting his teeth when he realized all of the rushed reports and all the flawed ones -- were from his friends, the former slaves.

And the most infuriating of all, is Dayve have the guts of writting down in his report.

"""Sorry, Leader, but the slaves want to rest and drink tonight, so I will leave my report like this for now""

He was so heated up, since he didn't understand why all of his friends were doing such a sloppy job in the reports.

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"This is so irresponsible"

He said as he banged the table furiously.

The with a sigh he thought.

'I'm so tired..... What kind of bullshit are they up to.'

'Fucking rascals.'

He thought in frustration. He picked up the phone to call Evelyn, so she can asses the situation of his friends.

'You guys better work properly, or else I'll have you all banned from all pubs or alcohol.'

After he informed Evelyn of this.

Joshyua then slumped into his chair. He didn't slouched, but merely relaxed.

As he was a tall person, the chair was short relative to him, and when he leaned his head back. He had it resting on the top of the chair. His vision was looking at the ceiling of the room.

He was then looking at the endlessly spinning overhead fan.

The soft breeze from it was relaxing for him.

Then with a long breath, Joshyua calmingly remembers the conflict they had with his friends.

He was wondering if his friends still have a grudge against him.