The Grand-Patron's Approval

Killian paced relentlessly across the opulent, thick carpet of the private salon, his expensive leather shoes sinking slightly into the plush fibers with every restless step. "What on earth could possibly be taking them so long?" he muttered to himself, running a frustrated hand through his perfectly styled dark hair. Behind the heavy, floor-to-ceiling velvet curtains, Lucian, the city's absolute