Mathilda Von Visca: the authorized seer.
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“Why am I not paid enough?” Tired of answering calls from the left to right, reviewing business plans, and instructing employees one after the other, Ethan plopped down the couch with a loud sigh, watching Vincent pour them beer with bored, tired eyes.
Loosing down his necktie, he heaved a deep breath as he laid lifted his feet on the couch, his feet on top of his briefcase while waiting for Vincent who’s sitting on the other couch to give him his drink. “What’s with your house? It’s supposed to look extravagant but this is nothing more than an abandoned house.” He observed as he looked around the house, which is cleaned, but the damaged properties are left in their original places.
“And did you know that people are starting to call me,
