The way I was treated by Sub-Baron Ravioli was classic office politics.
It’s no different than a senior executive in a company trying to block a rising talent from advancing too quickly.

“What could I have done to deserve this?”

Chloe, walking beside me, echoed my sentiment with an earnest nod.

“You’ve done nothing wrong, sir. That sub-baron is being unreasonable.”

Her gaze was filled with concern.

“You even look after the other servants. You’re nothing like those other nobles.”

It’s not that I’m particularly virtuous. I simply haven’t had any reason to do otherwise.
In office politics, …