Sunday, Galxicus guild 80th floor.
It was the day after the battle between me and Alex had taken place. I was currently in my father's office.
Sitting on a large grey sofa, I took a look at the office.
On the opposite side of me, my father, working on a large rosewood desk, was busy compiling a stack of paperwork.
As he compiled the paperwork on the table, his pen would drift in swift and fluent movements across the papers on his desk.
He looked incredibly efficient.
Staring at my father's desk, at eye level, a group of papers, a stack of waiter pads, a portable laptop, and multiple monitors neatly stood on top of the large desk.
On the floor, below the desk, lied a PC tower that hummed quietly. On small occasions, blue light would twinkle on top of the PC tower signaling that its power was on.
On the wall to the right, post-It notes appeared on top of a wooden board with several labels and photos marked on it.
