They reached the office doors, and the man knocked twice before opening it without waiting for a response.
The office inside was styled like a private study, with bookshelves lining the walls, and a large desk at the center.
Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city below. And sanding by one of those windows, holding a glass of amber liquid, was Bernadette Foster.
She had her back turned, staring out towards the city's skyline.
"Someone here to see you, Miss Bernadette," the man said.
Bernadette sighed softly, then turned around. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she took in the figure standing in her doorway.
"Ethan Stark?" she said, her tone carrying both surprise and curiosity.
The man beside Ethan who had a grin on his face said, "Okay, good. No need for introductions, then."
Then gave Ethan a casual pat on the shoulder, before turning to walk out.
Bernadette studied Ethan for a moment, then gestured toward one of the chairs in front of her desk. "Please, have a seat."
