The grey light of a smog-filled dawn shone down onto the burgeoning industrial sprawl of City Titan; the brutalist concrete walls that protected the factory district and its inhabitants were split down the middle as the canalized River Tyne flowed through the center of the zone.
A large, blocky Governor's Palace rose above the many brick tenements constructed in the standardized "Worker Housing Type-B" style.
Though Ragnar had plans to move into a more aesthetic steel-and-glass headquarters eventually, at the moment, the concrete bunker in Titan acted as the main corporate office for the Directorate.
Within the Executive Dining Room, Gyda sat at the head of the table.
To her left was the spot reserved for the Director; of course, at the moment, the seat was vacant, occupied only by a stack of unread invoices since Ragnar was currently laying rail in the Midlands.
However, since Ragnar had granted her full Power of Attorney, Gyda ruled the breakfast table with an iron fist.
