I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples. Office work was somehow more exhausting than poison resistance training. And this was just a small business—a bookshop+café. The ledgers, inventory lists, and customer records piled up faster than I could manage them.
The worst part? Business was good. Too good. The number of customers had grown steadily over the past months, and the real moneymaker—the information exchange—had only properly launched a month ago.
Right, the info exchange.
I still couldn't wrap my head around it. And naturally, my thoughts drifted to Emory.
That guy...
It still baffled me how someone so timid, so painfully introverted during the day, could be running an information network at night.
How in the world was he managing a business that dealt with nobles, merchants, and Resonators?
My curiosity had gotten the better of me a week ago, and I'd offered to "help" him—mostly just to see how he managed it.
What I'd discovered had shocked me.
