"Your Majesty, what's the verdict? What did Miss Wexler say? Can we increase the number of slots? If that's not possible, even one every two days would be fine." The official below let the words tumble out in a rush, one sentence after another, barely even pausing to breathe.
After he finished, he stared at Ian Thorne with an imploring gaze. To be more precise, everyone below was staring at him with the same desperate hope. Their combined gazes felt intense enough to burn a hole right through him.
After a long moment, under the weight of their fiery, expectant gazes, Ian Thorne slowly shook his head. "No."
The light in their eyes instantly dimmed.
Their disappointment was as profound as their earlier hope had been.
Ian Thorne looked down at their disappointed faces and sighed internally. He hadn't just discussed this matter with Sophie Wexler.
