The office was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
The approval on Eleanor's face was not feigned. She looked at Allen as if he were a work of art, freshly polished by a master craftsman and just beginning to reveal its brilliance.
"A very wise choice, Mr. Allen."
Her reaction truly wasn't what Allen had expected.
'Shouldn't she be trying to threaten or entice me into fulfilling the contract, or at least expressing some regret?'
"Lord Mercer Iron Star is willing to take you under his wing personally. This is your honor."
Eleanor leaned back in her chair, lacing her fingers together in a relaxed posture. "In the Association's database, there are over three hundred entries on Lord Mercer. The most frequent words that appear are 'victory' and 'wealth'."
"Following him, what you'll learn will be far more valuable than burying your head in research at an academy for ten years."
Allen knew very well that this shrewd investor would never applaud someone else's success for no reason.
