Abel
The quarterly financial review the next day proved his point. I sat at the head of the conference table, staring at spreadsheets that might as well have been written in ancient runes. The CFO, Patricia, was explaining routine expenditures with the patience of a saint, but I couldn't process any of it.
"As you can see, the third quarter projections show a fifteen percent increase in-"
"Just... handle it," I interrupted, shoving the papers away. "Whatever it is, Camden has my authorization to approve it."
Patricia exchanged worried glances with the other department heads. "Your Majesty, these require your personal signature. Pack law states-"
"I know what pack law states," I snapped. "I said Camden will handle it."
"Abel," Camden said quietly. "You need to at least review-"
"I ca
