Lassen sat in his office, a steaming cup of tea in hand, watching the holographic projections flashing across the walls. Military reports, televised debates, and analysts' reactions merged into an organized chaos he controlled effortlessly. Yet, despite the frantic speculations about the identity of the man behind the destruction of Geria's base, Lassen remained calm—almost detached.
A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. Adrian entered, followed closely by the police chief. The latter seemed slightly nervous, holding a thick folder under his arm.
"Mr. X."
Lassen looked up, a faint but calculated smile playing at the corner of his lips.
"Director. It's rare to see you in person. Bad news?"
The director approached, placing the folder on the table before responding.
"The king has requested to see you. Immediately."
Lassen calmly set his cup down on the table.
"The king? I suppose it's not to give me a medal."
