Varden looked at the papers in front of him with a frown. “What is this?” He asked his assistant, not taking his eyes away from the brown envelope that bore a very familiar logo on it.
“It’s from the council, Sir. And it was addressed to you in particular.” The young man replied.
Varden huffed. “I know it’s from the council. But how many times have I told you that anything from those people, goes into the trash?” He asked, pissed.
Just when would anyone around him listen and stop disturbing him with things that concerned the council? Just when?
“I know. But this time, they said that if I didn’t deliver the envelope to you and make sure you read it, they were going to put down my name for a sanction. And it was personally delivered by the chairman’s assistant.”
Nonsense. Varden though
