Federation HQ
"Alright, leave these storage rings here. You can request new compensation from the Grage Family Head," Federation Head Ben said, offering a fresh solution with a subtle firmness in his voice. His eyes were steady, masking the internal turmoil he felt over the situation. He knew this issue could snowball if not handled swiftly and decisively.
Lowell McClain, standing tall before Ben, gave a curt nod, his sharp gaze reflecting both relief and determination. He finally had the go-ahead.
Without another word, he turned on his heel and left the chamber, the weight of his cloak trailing behind him as if marking the urgency of his next move. His mind was already racing ahead to his imminent confrontation with the Grage Family.
Once Lowell had disappeared from sight, Ben let out a deep, slow sigh, his shoulders slumping slightly in the quiet solitude of the room. Inwardly, he cursed his earlier oversight.
