"For the name of Archons..." he sighs as he saw your face again in his office. He doesn't like stubborn people. He doesn't like catching you attempting to get away from your crimes. Again. For the twentieth times.

"What have you done this time, Mademoiselle?" he question—not even looking up from the thick file of your doings in his hand. He frowns as before looks up, finally facing you.

"Explain yourself or the next time we meet, it's not gonna be pretty, chérie."