[A Few Days Later]
In a well-lit room, saturated to the very extreme with luxurious design and a lot of unnecessary space, twelve people sat at a round table.
They were majorly old men, with a sprinkle of a few old women amidst the group.
Still, everyone seated was old.
Their chairs screamed luxury, and the quality of furniture that they enjoyed was pristine, to say the least. They all sat before a table, their wrinkled faces grim from the numerous things that had to be addressed in their midst.
This was the Academy's Board—a council filled with old fogeys who had a vested interest in the Academy due to the contributions they had made to the school over the years.
And by contribution, it was mostly financial.
