Early that morning, Kallen pressed a hot towel over his face. After a long while, he took it off and looked at the bloodshot eyes in the mirror, the result of too little sleep.
This really was a prison. The longer he stayed, the more haggard he became.
Fanny and Peige were dressed just as they had been yesterday. Today, they were still very well endowed.
So, although they subjected him to a little workplace sexual harassment from time to time, Kallen found it hard to dislike them.
After all, having so much food stuffed beneath their clothes certainly could not have been comfortable, but they had volunteered to bring enough themselves, sparing Kallen the need to stuff food into his clothes too.
After straightening his clothes, Kallen opened the door and found Derius standing in the corridor.
Usually, Kallen would knock on his door and wait for him to come out.
He was the one truly doing time. Without Kallen and the others accompanying him, he could not even enter the elevator, much less leave this floor.
"Are you ready, sir?" Kallen asked.
Derius nodded.
Kallen led the way, and everyone entered the elevator.
Richard was wearing a silver mask that morning. Although his face was hidden, the tension in his muscles made it clear that the mask had left him even more excited and stirred up inside.
They reached the floor where the Conference Hall was located and entered the meeting room.
It was seven thirty.
Derius headed straight for the negotiating table, while Kallen, Fanny, and Peige took their usual seats.
People from both sides came in one after another. Kallen noticed that many had bulging Clerical Robes, quite a few around their bellies. It looked as though the conference had gotten a good number of people