C26 Twenty Six

In the four corners of the room, Zerran was sitting at the edge of his desk with feet on the floor holding a paper in his hand while the other one massaging his aching head. Reading the will and testament of the President handed by Grayson's lawyer who sat at the chair at the foot of his table.

Staring at him, waiting for any words.

It was hard for him to tell Aria about it