Atlas and Chairman Bennet sat down on a set of couches, with the chairman on the one-seater while Atlas occupied the long sofa. Chairman Bennet rocked his head, squinting at his grandson.
"I heard what you did during the emergency board meeting," said the chairman, his tone uncertain. "Good work."
Atlas nodded, a bit surprised by that.
"Atlas," Chairman Bennet called solemnly. "I understand that you want to believe in your assistant—"
"I don't just want to believe it, Chairman," Atlas interrupted, cutting off his grandfather as it seemed the latter was trying to talk him out of the whole Allen situation. "I believe it. I believe in him."
Chairman Bennet studied the look in Atlas's eyes, almost laughing at the way Atlas said his words. The shine of resolve in his eyes reminded him of his son. Surely, Charles had a little bit of him in his sons.
