Chapter 77: Holding a grudge

Bree raised her head and looked at Yakov who was standing on the threshold of her office, today he was dressed in a dashing vintage white suit with one that has a long tail, the collar reached up to his throat making him look like he was some sort of Viscount of something. And with his emerald green hair that was tied in a long ponytail with assorted accessories, Bree has to say he looked good if only he wasn't scowling like he stepped in a pile of cow dung.