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“HOW DO YOU EVEN DO THAT MUCH ON A WEEKEND?!?” Trindine was shaking Azzanadra down, demanding information as soon as he walked through the office door. What, not even a hello for Sliske? He leaned back against the doorframe, arms crossed begrudgingly. Trindine did give a quick glance when he huffed indignantly, but immediately returned her full attention to Azzanadra.
“Well, you got it all done, yes?” Azzanadra laughed, looking around his office for evidence of hard work. Trindine looked over to the couch that held Jhallan and Wahisietel. “Yes, but I had to enlist help,” she glanced at the piles of papers on the desk, “You should too. You really need an assistant or something.” Azzanadra frowned at the idea of needing help with the immense workload. “I can manage it.”
“How, exactly, have you been independently managing all this stuff when it has taken THREE Mahjarrat to replace you just for the weekend?” Sliske pointed out, remembering that Azzanadra had told Trindine that it should be a light weekend. “Well, to be honest, Trindine did all the important stuff. We mostly just sat here and cheered her on,” Wahisietel admitted, looking proudly at Trindine, “She’s a hard worker, that one.” Trindine smiled shyly at Azzanadra. “I definitely got that from you.” Well, that was a bit of a burn for Sliske. He could work hard, he just chose to focus his efforts on the more fun things in life. Although she had definitely inherited that sharp tongue from him.
“What’s this?” Azzanadra asked, picking up a sealed envelope from the desk, clearly expecting bad news. “Oh, uh… that came in this morning. I haven’t opened it, but it looks urgent.” Trindine stammered as Azzanadra sliced his claw through the paper. His frown revealed that it was indeed a concerning development, even though he looked like he was trying to hide it as not to worry anyone. This was Sliske’s moment to slide in next to him, staring down at the words that were completely meaningless to him but seemed to be inducing a lot of stress in Azzanadra. “Don’t worry too much,” Sliske murmured, running his hand gently down Azzanadra’s back, “You can deal with this. You can do whatever you set your mind to, and I love you for that.” Azzanadra’s face slowly transformed into a small smile. Everyone was nodding supportively, agreeing with Sliske’s statement. “You can do this, Azzy. I know you can. But please, get a secretary or something.”