God Of Crafting

Chapter 95: At the governor's office

The day at the governor's office was as busy as ever.

No matter when one looked, people were rushing about to get their tasks done. Not even a single person could be caught wasting time on pointless discussions, spreading useless rumors, or shying away from work.

This was the high government office, after all, not some random administration building where clerks were only concerned with how to pass the little time they had for applicants between one coffee break and the other.

The whole of the governor's office was busy... but it wasn't chaotic.

Just like a well-oiled and attuned machine, everyone knew precisely how and when to do their tasks. And because of the hiring standards for the place, everyone was fully aware how just one of them slacking would burden everyone else around them.

Yet, even in all of this fake chaos, as the office would appear to the eyes of an outsider, there was a single place, an epicenter of sorts, where everyone's work would, sooner or later, go to.

"Makary's institute submitted their quarterly report," a single, middle-aged man stood by the governor's desk, with no more than ten pages in his hands...

And a stack of a few hundred more of them neatly arranged on a smaller desk located just below the governor's massive one.

"How is it?" Clayton didn't even raise his eyes from the paper he himself was studying.

In fact, him actually responding to his assistant was already an exception to the norm showcasing just how important the mentioned report was.

"There are some inconsistencies..." Clayton's assistant turned over the pages to look into the finer details outlined in one of the numerical sheets, only to then shake his head while rolling his eyes. "Nothing out of the norm, though. Pretty much what you would expect from the accountant befitting the level of their institute."

"Then proceed as usual," Clayton replied with a roll of his eyes only to blink a few times and refocus back on the documents he was just reading.

This was the governor's office. The highest authority when it came to the city and a direct delegation of the national assembly to the management of the province as a whole.

As a governor himself, Clayton had matters much more important to deal with than just one of the many profit or non-profit organizations within the city's jurisdiction trying to skim a few coins off the tax they were supposed to pay.

'In the grand scheme of things, it doesn't really matter whether people like Makary pay what they owe to the city or not,' the governor thought as he put the piece of paper in his hand back onto the table and then leaned back into his chair. 'This matter, on the other hand...'

One would find it really challenging to find a single person who dared to slack in the whole of the building. That is unless they walked into the governor's private office...

But this ability to take things relatively easier than all the people working underneath him was simply one of the perks of the job of the city's highest charge.

Or, to be more precise, this kind of small break wasn't even a perk - it was simply a requirement necessary for the governor to do his job properly rather than just singing his name, and thus the authority of the whole country that he was the extension off, under every piece of paper his assistants would prepare for him.

"Clayton speaking."

Raising the phone to his ear, Clayton allowed the artificial intelligence installed on it to read the motion and accept the call.

"It's been a while, uncle."

The voice on the phone...

Without even a shred of doubt, it was Tim's voice.

It changed a whole lot from how he sounded back when the two talked for the last time years ago... But without a doubt, it was still the same, energetic young man that Clayton came to actually like and personally adore over the course of the years he spent using him to play his brother.

"I..."

When it came to facing the issues of the city, Clayton was like a fearless lion, ready and willing to make even the hardest choice if it would be for the good of the community he came to love and respect so much.

But when it came to dealing with Tim in particular...

"I know you never expected this call, but right now, there's something that you need to hear. Not as my uncle, but as the city's governor."

As if there weren't enough surprises for the day, it wasn't just Tim's voice that changed, but so did his manner of speech and the way he talked up to Clayton.

"Wait, an emergency?!" Clayton spoke back to the phone, jumping up from his seat as soon as he heard the word and only processing the rest of his nephew's message when he was already standing. "Something I need to hear? And as a governor rather than your uncle?"

To the side, Claytor's assistant wasn't exactly sure what kind of face he was supposed to make.

To pick up a private call when they were discussing matters that could actively affect the future of the city...

It didn't take a genius to figure out the meaning behind the scowl that appeared on the man's face as he observed the transgression of the governor...

Yet, at the same time, he didn't stop him either, fully aware that no matter one's position, there wasn't a single human alive that would just ignore an emergency in their family even if they were extremely busy with important yet work-related matters!

"There are two people who will be coming to the meeting with me. And I need you to make sure the discussion we will have will be private in every possible way you could think of," Tim spoke out through the phone again, leaving Clayton too suddenly by the sudden call, the sudden message, and then the sudden details requested to respond in a timely manner.

"So," wasting no time, Tim continued, "when can you arrange for this meet?"