As Sidney reached Mabel Hawk's office, his eyes instinctively swept around the familiar surroundings. The place hadn't changed. It was still as cold and impersonal as ever. The sleek, minimalist design, the absence of any personal touches—it was exactly as he remembered. Yet, despite the sterile atmosphere, he couldn't help but feel a wave of nostalgia wash over him. This office, this building, had been a significant part of his life. It was here that he had been sent to train under the formidable Mabel Hawk, and back then, he had been nothing short of terrified.
And yet, he now knew the softness hidden beneath that coldness, which was what had made him respect her more. In Mabel Hawk, he'd gained not just a mentor but also a doting grandmother. Instead of going towards the old chairwoman's office, he turned towards the Drafts room. It was where he'd spent the first month of his internship, cursing the old woman for burying him under the mound of useless paperwork.
