"Your Imperial Highness, the Baxton Bank has been at the very top of all the banks in West Giza. As yo—"
"West Giza you say?" All eyes turned towards them, her voice higher than the other's.
Currently, they found themselves within the large purple building of Bank Baxton, the pride of the NobleHouse. With it barely being noon, only the staffs could be seen around as they ensure all was set for the day's work.
"Yes, Your Imperial Highness. The Baxt—"
"So tell me, Mr. Manager or whatever you are." Giggles and snickers could be heard all over at her words.
'How humiliating.' Unable to say a thing, he stomached it and kept a cool head. Meanwhile, playing their parts as imperial guards the two glanced at each other, and then back at Cony who seemed to already have his handful with the chest.
