Cyclops Intelligence Main Office
Mazsea, Hatemoor, February 28, 2157. 04.30 NPM
The bustle at the auditorium did not end. Journalists continue to cover the slightest gestures Rachel and Ben interact with politicians, investors, and fellow scientists. As Niels could see behind her workroom, Rachel looked tired. However, she still tried to smile until her potential partner left.
That was an excellent work ethic.
Now, Niels should behave in front of Rachel, who seemed to be walking toward him. Niels should have been acting normal, but somehow his reflexes chose to greet her at the door instead of just sitting and waiting.
"You must have waited a long time. Please have a seat, Niels." Rachel led Niels back to his seat after a brief greeting.
"So, what brings you here?" she asked. She took off the blazer she had worn since morning. The room temperature quickly adjusted to her body heat as she exposed her shoulders.
