Marix sat in his office, at his desk. The days were going by almost painfully slow at this point and he was sure they'd hit a wall in their investigation into Eilownia.
He held up her wilted flower crown. The once vibrant flowers were completely brown and crunchy. Most had fallen or broken off and some were still crumbling in his hand.
Eilownia's words just continued to repeat in his mind, "Just because it's not perfect doesn't mean it should be treated so horribly and thrown away like nothing!"
'Is this something that should be kept, or should it be thrown away? How do you decipher what has value and what doesn't, Little Flower?'
He sighed and rubbed his eyes with his thumb and index finger.
'Why has this girl gotten underneath my skin and into my head so much? What an irritation. Now it's made a mess all over my desk.'
As Marix swept the dead flower debris off his desk with his arm and hand, three Intelligence Unit members entered his office.
