Chapter 182: At The Headquarters II
When Athena walked into the office followed by Aiden, Director Alvarez was on another call.
Seizing the opportunity, Athena took a moment to scan the upgrades that had transformed this once-drab office into something impressive.
The large wooden oak table stood out, a far cry from the flimsy, non-quality pieces they had used before. Instead of a ceiling fan, a sleek air conditioning unit hummed in the background, keeping the room at a comfortable temperature.
Cabinets lined the walls, functional and neatly organized, while plush seats provided comfort for long meetings. In one corner, a running mill and weights were stashed alongside freshly laundered towels, hinting at a more health-conscious atmosphere.
The organization is really seeing a lot of money now. Athena thought, genuinely happy for the progress. It surely made the work easier for everyone. Maybe if they had this upgrade years ago, they would have conquered their challenges much sooner.
Her eyes drifted over to the director, who stood near one of the glass walls, speaking politely into the phone. He looked like a submissive rat, a striking contrast to the assertive figure she remembered.
Athena’s brow furrowed. When did he start acting this way? The director had always been the epitome of determination, eager to do justice and relentless in his pursuits. Now, he seemed subdued, almost timid.
She would have said that perhaps old age had humbled him, but he was only about forty-five years old—not old at all.
"Should we take a seat?" She whispered to Aiden, who was still observing the director.
"I don’t know," Aiden replied, a hint of hesitation in his voice. "He could be in one of his moods and bark if we do that..."
Athena’s eyes widened slightly in disbelief, recalling when such worries had been nonexistent. They had laughed, danced, and even celebrated victories in this very room. Why the sudden strictness toward Aiden, one of the founders of the organization?