After Mai left, Tristan picked up his finished paperwork and left his office to see Damien. He walked down the corridor to the stairwell that led to the lower levels of the base.
Multiple sets of guards were posted at every important intersection, ensuring that no one unauthorized would make it through.
"Sir," they greeted Tristan respectfully. Everyone in the organization knew that this skinny, scholarly man was the leader's right-hand man.
Tristan nodded silently and continued to walk further down the hall until he reached a beautifully carved door.
He lifted his hand and elegantly knocked on the door with his knuckles.
"Come in," Damien's voice sounded from inside.
"Boss, I've finished drafting the documents. I also have a bit of news to share," said Tristan respectfully.
"Take a seat, let's hear it," Damien said casually, pointing to the chair in front of him. Tristan walked over and did as he was told.
