When will you fall asleep

The door creaked open. In the doorway appeared a girl dressed in a white hourglass-shaped dress. A white seam ran along her slender collarbones, exposing delicate shoulders. Milky sleeves covered her hands, perfectly matching a swan-like ribbon tied around her pale neck. Chestnut, slightly curled hair at the ends peacefully rested on her gentle, feather-like shoulders. The clicking of her immaculate heels cut through the silence, drawing the attention of the chief secretary. "Darling, you're delaying again. Remember, someone promised me a romantic stroll along the promenade," she chided him jokingly. Shaking his head, Caleb shifted away from the screen, a forced smile on his face as he glanced at his guest. "Sorry, Camilla. There's too much to do today, and some suspicious commissioner came up to me. Go home; I'll finish soon." The girl pouted her lips discontentedly, slowly approaching the table and sitting on it. She embraced the secretary's face with her smooth hands, seemingly claiming him for herself, isolating him from the rest of the world. "Kitten," she purred, "It's not right... How can someone as important as you not keep promises? You spend all day with commissioners and assistants, and I have to fall asleep alone?" "Camilla, you're not a little girl," he brushed her hands away. "I have many important matters for the Empire. If necessary, you, me, and the whole of Aloterra will sleep alone, got it?" Camilla's face quickly transformed from good-natured and feigned displeasure to a fiercely hurt expression. She pursed her lips, dramatically slamming the door as she left. With a relieved exhale, the secretary returned to the screen. Thoughts of Camilla's tantrum quickly vanished as he delved into researching the 'strange

Commissioner R-700MC'.

Commissioner R-700MC Dave

Age: 21

Accomplishments: "Best Commissioner of @#%* Year"

Family information unavailable

"The Commissioner wasn't lying. If I trust him, then the dossier was updated along with the implant. But if these are fake documents, as I suspect, then the case was initially like this," Caleb mused to himself.

He could have sifted through the profiles of his acquaintances, learned more, but the clock quickly reached the "2" mark on the panel, chirping impatiently, ushering the inspector out. These were the hours given to him by Camilla as a gift, so he worked less. He reluctantly stood up, simultaneously massaging his neck. A few deft movements behind the mechanism, and it would never chirp again. Once he disconnected from the screen, weariness overwhelmed him, diminishing any desire to work. Especially since he had already accomplished the main task, and he would deal with everything else tomorrow. Or rather, today, but after a good night's sleep. Caleb finally emerged from the office's tight grip, hurriedly donning his jacket. The night city was shrouded in a mysterious atmosphere, with a cool breeze gently weaving through its streets and alleys. The dark outlines of buildings and the colorful lights created a magical combination reflected on the dewy pavement. The city slept, but its energy lingered in the dim glow of streetlights and faint window lights. In the distance, muted sounds of cars and the rustling of passing people added liveliness to the silent landscape. The night city, caressed by the cool breeze, remained an elusive and mysterious place, where time slowed down, and emotions came alive. The wind gently touched the faces of passersby, carrying the scents of nocturnal flowers and leaves. Its touch was felt on the skin, leaving a light feeling of coolness and freshness. The wind carried the sounds of the city, blending them into a melody that filled the nightly silence. Caleb silently walked along the familiar path to his apartment. It was well past midnight, so he decided to walk, not to disturb the citizens of Alt-City. He glanced at rare passersby, caught glimpses of passing cars, and observed sweet couples who managed to go for a stroll despite their work schedules.