Grace, the chairman's trusted secretary, moved through the upper floors of the Awakened Association headquarters without haste.
The corridors were buzzing with life at this hour, ensuring she received many greetings as she passed.
Once, not that long ago, she would have been moving faster, carrying herself with extreme urgency and tension in her shoulders, carrying a tablet clutched too tightly in her hands because whatever she was about to report would demand extreme urgency.
Not today.
She'd been through this dance one too many times.
As such, she stopped before a broad, reinforced door marked with the chairman's insignia and knocked, polite and measured.
"Come in," the chairman called.
