"Lord no dear, we're just the staff." I'm the office junior, that's Madame Cherrington, she's Mr. Sarano's secretary, and that's Jim, he belongs to Mr... Bishop. Who are you looking for?" I um... I dunno." And Kris promptly gave up. His hand went to his forehead, so as to shield eyes that were suddenly damp with tears. It had been a stupid idea to try and hunt down his Lion. Maybe the woman at the low courts had lied to him, maybe Lion wasn't really a lawyer. Kris should have known better. If his. He wasn’t really an Albino; but ‘Albino’ was his nickname.The moniker was tagged onto him by his boss at work. Alex worked days as a line cook at Bertha’s, a busy restaurant near the shopping district. His boss George, the kitchen manager and “Chef” as he liked to call himself, was always handing out nicknames to the employees, and not usually complimentary ones. George was an overweight, bigoted, pompous ass and universally despised by the help, but his family owned the joint so they were. We both were somewhat of the same age but before I never had any sexual intentions towards her. It was only during my teens when the hormonal reactions are at the peak level and the source of getting sexual interactions are very limited I noticed her.To describe Moina she was around 5.5 tall very fair and her best asset was her boobs and ass.I might not be able to tell her boobs size but for sure it was pretty big for her age.We both were in our 20is.One day my aunt came to our house with Moina. "At first, Roquan was too stunned to react. The next moment, he was too incensed not to. He leapt out of his chair. "What?!" he hissed through clenched teeth, his eyes blazing.Vanlo was unfazed by his Lordship's anger. He stroked his beard thoughtfully as he continued. "How it was delivered, I am not entirely sure as yet. I simply know that there is a substance there, something that has the mark of a mind-altering drug, though not the exact type." And there is no natural means by which this.