When a supposed flapjack destroys Jekkh's planet, she relocates to a whole new system to start a new life. But after discovering her planet's long-lost artifact, Jekkh must step into a role she feels unfit for and unite her scattered people across t...
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PERSYTH
Camrun's head pounded as the shuttle car slammed on its brakes. Again. The traffic was going to be the death of him. Even if driving places saved his clothes from wrinkles and pit stains, it didn't spare his stomach.
In the set facing Camrun, Absohl Tiehl was seemingly unaffected by the jolting movements of traffic, reading a celebrity tabloid of all things. The older man chuckled a few times, flipping through the pages of the tablet before meeting Camrun's eyes. "You've been re-reading the welcome packet," he stated, nodding to the tablet in Camrun's own hands.
Camrun clicked off the power, setting it aside as he wiped his hands on his pants. "I've already read it about seven times through."
"You're nervous," the older man observed most obviously.
Camrun averted his gaze, watching the scenery speed up as traffic dissolved. "Of course I am."
"You would be stupid not to be, Master Camrun," Tiehl stated, also turning his tablet off. "The Lady can smell arrogance from at least four blocks away."
The shuttle stopped, jolting Camrun's stomach. Nausea swarmed him like the gasses outside of the dome, anxiety probing at his mind like the noxious clouds above.
He wanted out of the car so he could breathe. But then staying in the car was a lot less scary.
"It will be alright, Tiehl said, eyes locking with Camrun's. "You were chosen for a reason."
Camrun expected a "but" coming, though it never did. Tiehl just slid out of the shuttle car, holding the door open for Camrun.
They made their way up the steps to the skyscraper that looked nearly identical to his own apartment complex, though the willderbeast statues were replaced with angelic beings carved from the marble, their figures dancing across the arches of the building.
At the door, Tiehl rang a button, stating his name and business. The door buzzed, sliding open to allow Absohl Tiehl to lead the way into the austere building. Unlike his new home, there was no lobby in the foyer. No desk, and no receptionist, though there was a dark door to the left that was marked on the black glass as "OFFICE" in large, gold letters.
Camrun gripped the strap of his satchel, following Tiehl onto the elevator at the end of the foyer. Once the door was shut, Tiehl pushed the Floor 208 button. It buzzed, asking for his name again, which Tiehl gave and then the button glowed. The rising box hummed as it flew towards what Camrun guessed was the penthouse.
