Lucian pinched the bridge of his nose as he stood near his desk. His head throbbed faintly after a full day of work and the lack of sleep.
"Master, should I invite Doctor Wesley?" Gustav's voice echoed in the quiet room. "It's been a week since you've slept properly."
Lucian glanced at him but ignored the subject.
"Send word back to Marshal," he said instead. "Tell him we agree with his demands."
Gustav frowned deeply.
"Master, that bastard will keep demanding more and more if we keep playing his game. You already let him off after what he did to our trade a few months back."
"Do you call the shots now, Gustav?"
"..." Gustav lowered his head. "Apologies. I overstepped."
"Let him demand more," Lucian said as he turned on his heel to walk away. "His own greed will gnaw him in the future… and I'll be there to watch."
With that, Lucian stepped out of the room, fully aware that Gustav wasn't pleased with how he was handling the Di Carpios.
