"Good thing I checked everything carefully, or everyone in the territory would've been executed." Phield wiped the cold sweat from his brow. "Rosalia, your handwriting is quite good. From now on, you'll be responsible for meeting minutes and transcription."
Rosalia set down her teacup, incredulous. "What? You're not letting this young lady handle administrative affairs? My rulings are clearly fair and reasonable."
Killing both the plaintiff and the defendant—wasn't that absolute "fairness"?
Whether it stemmed from noble upbringing or corruption's innate bloodlust, in any case, letting her handle governance was out of the question.
Phield struck out Rosalia's "work."
