Chris had settled into his role better than he wanted to admit.
Most of the administrative side of Saha ran through him now: paperwork, approvals, budgets, and the endless polite violence of governance. Dax had also "sprinkled" urbanism and planning onto his plate because Chris had the background for it and because Dax loved watching competence happen in real time.
A year and a half later Chris discovered that "sprinkled" had been a lie and that Dax had simply handed him an entire department with a smile.
Dax was a terrible coworker and an even more terrifying boss. Not unfair, but relentlessly demanding. He expected everything delivered on time, and if it wasn't, you had better have the justification ready. The king wasn't stingy with resources, which meant he didn't tolerate excuses that could be solved with money, manpower, or authority.
Chris was currently reviewing an urbanistic plan for the extension of three rural areas and losing his mind.
