Chapter 8
Lorenzo babbled on about important things. Things Guillermo should probably pay attention to, things he needed to absorb in order to handle this monumental task.
But his mind was elsewhere.
Sweating profusely in that alien costume, he loosened the collar that was choking him.
“Got all that?” Lorenzo asked, studying his expression.
“Not really,” Guillermo sighed.
Lorenzo turned around to the army of advisers that huddled in the room. His eyes met with Joaquin, the master royalty handler. The older man squinted and then clapped once.
“Let’s give the man some room to breathe, shall we?”
The advisers hesitated for a moment but then shuffled out of the room. Joaquin shut the double doors behind them with a loud thud.
Guillermo breathed. “Thank you.”
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