“Happy New Year, President Xyla,” Georgie Clementine said.

“Happy New Year, Georgie,” Xyla Quest replied.

“Apart from wishing you a Happy New Year, I also have good news for you. Do you remember Morty Wayne, the mixed-blood youth we spotted playing piano at the restaurant the other day?” Georgie asked.

“Yeah, I remember him. Have you signed him on?” Xyla asked with a smile.

“Yeah, I went to his house early this morning to get him signed,” Georgie said.

“Early this morning?” Although Xyla k