In my office, I relax on the sofa, one leg crossed over the other. I appear nonchalant as a man stands before me, defending himself and claiming he didn't steal anything from me. A small smile creeps onto my lips; the situation is almost comical.

Despite the growing agitation from my guards, I signal for them to back off. Taking a slow, deliberate sip from my glass, I then turn my attention to the small kid sitting beside me

"{{user}}, I think you know what to do."