"Me?" Soren furrowed his brows in deep confusion, his finger pointing slightly at his own chest.
Elenaria kept her eyes on the panicked assistant. "Alright. You may leave. We will head down shortly."
The researcher nodded frantically, offering a hurried bow before scrambling out of the room, the heavy metallic door sliding shut behind him.
Once the door clicked into place, Elenaria turned toward the President. "Sir, what should we do?"
Soren watched them closely. For the first time since he had met President Marron, the older man looked genuinely conflicted. A tense, heavy quiet settled over them, making Soren realize that whatever was kept in Sector Seven had to be incredibly dangerous to disrupt Marron's usual composure.
Marron rubbed his temples, letting out a slow breath to clear his expression. "Let's continue what we were talking about earlier. We will handle Sector Seven later."
