Private Finished Private Work Discussions

Even when he had no direct experience with the recent goings on in the island about the hidden academy or some other, Kal had still been indirectly affected by it. Not only in the sense that he heard rumors or was bumping into even more odd strangers. His studies were getting compromised too. To top it off, DB Holdings was undergoing a big step in improving its comunications and quick travel department. If he were to be honest, Kal would gladly choose to fight a heavyweight in the ring or undergo rigorous training rather than go through another experience like this.

Kalvin had been on his way to the break room to get a refill for his water bottle when his boss had called him over. "No problem. Let me get my jacket," he said. He smiled at the offer as he took the files amd walked them to his desk. The work may be a little tiresome but he was always glad that he was under good management. Plus, spending some downtime with Rafael is always a welcome break.

He took the old, beat up formal jacket he always walked to and from work in. He pulled it on as he made his way over to the exit where his boss waited. "You okay there?" Kal asked, noting the haggard looks of his boss. Rafael definitely seemed more stressed out than usual. If anything, this may be the worst he's seen his boss.

Kalvin nodded in understanding. The exhaustion of being Rafael's secretary was already overwhelming. He could only imagine what it's like managing all these problems. Not to mention the family problems he's having these last weeks. Not that Kalvin cared or listened too closely about those things. He didn't have the time between everything that's happening at work and at school.

"I can sympathize." He didn't know what else to say to his boss. He looked over the menu and decided on a triple-decker and two chicken sandwiches. He took note of the refillable coffee they had as well and decided he might get a refill or two. "How is your granddaughter?" he asked more out of politeness.

"That is... unfortunate," Kalvin responded. He didn't understand the magicks problem, not really. Although, if it involved questionable magic, then he had an idea about it. Also, he had a good understanding of family drama. He also knew how heavy consequences could be for some very seemingly innocent or harmless actions. He'd made some very unwise decisions as a younger man too. "If you don't mind me asking, how old is your great-grandson? It might be that he's too young to really understand what he was getting into."

Kalvin leaned forward on the table, resting folded arms on its surface. "Even I remember my random and compulsive teenage years to be quite chaotic," he added with a hint of a fond smile on his face. And that's with a mostly normal teenager life in the Narrow Reality. "I can easily bet that a teenager blooming here may have... an even more chaotic time in Manta Carlos."

Kalvin's eyebrows rose when he heard what Rafael was so stressed out about. He wanted to reflect that 17 technically was still a young age, though he hadn't the heart to tell Rafael that, especially seeing that he was far older than Kal was.

He sat there for a while, unsure of what to say. It was then when the waiter came back with their coffees and small glasses of complimentary milk for it. Kalvin thanked him but he made no move to touch his drink yet. "I don't know a lot about magic, but I can see why this is a big problem. Did his spell backfire?"

"If they thought to hide it from you, then you must be lacking better communication with them," Kalvin suggested. "Something this big, this important, there's one of two things people do with it. They either hide it or share it. Ideally, as an elder, I know you'd want them to have done the latter, especially since it's a life or death situation."

He placed a spoonful of sugar in his cup and also began to stir his coffee. He then looked at Rafael again. "When I was much younger, I often got into fights. One time, I was running an errand for my mother. I was bringing home my grandfather's coin collection from their house. He had entrusted me to deliver it to my mother safely. On the way home, some kids jumped me. No matter how hard I fought back, I wasn't going to win against five bigger boys. Then they took the coin collection."

He took a deep breath and shook his head as he leaned back on his seat. "When I got home, I kept it a secret. My mother didn't know that the coins were coming home then. When my grandparents arrived for a surprise visit at the house a month later, they asked where the coin collection was. My mother was livid when she found out that I had lost it. And she was very disappointed in me for not having told her about it, too..." He trailed off, seemingly lost in thought.