Henri didn't have time for these frivolous calls. He regretted hiring a new assistant already. The poor man kept calling him to ask him questions directly, as if Henri didn't have hundreds of other employees working under him.

The Prince of Monaco was growing increasingly angry as the grip on his phone tightened. The device was vibrating endlessly at this point. He'd stopped picking up, thinking it was his new assistant. He finally gave in and looked at the screen.

A sense of dread filled his body once he realized it wasn't him. The name on the phone read Lawrence King and there was a bold number two next to it.

In any other situation two missed calls from someone wouldn't seem that concerning. This was completely different. Henri cursed under his breath as he left the room to take the call of the one man a Prince would answer to.

Being a part of Asdoryx wasn't easy. Even as a Prince he wasn't automatically granted entrance into this powerful international society. Only through proving his worth for months was he allowed to become a prospect, and even longer to become a full-fledged member.

Lawrence's commands were simple. Someone he needed had just arrived in Monaco. And he needed Henri Lacan, the one and only Prince, to deliver that person to him. Henri could already feel himself developing a headache as he began to formulate handling this order and his duties.

"Someone get me a drink," his low voice barked. He fixed his royal uniform before sitting down at his desk and getting to work.