The next day, Allen headed straight to the Association headquarters. His target was clear: Eleanor's office.
Eleanor sat behind her spacious desk, holding a dark gold Rune pen, annotating a faintly glowing document.
Hearing the footsteps, she didn't look up; her pen just paused slightly.
"It's rare for you to seek me out on your own initiative." Eleanor signed her name at the bottom of the document. "Tell me, what brings a busy man like you to my door?"
Allen pulled out a chair and sat opposite her.
"I'm not here to talk about assignments." Allen crossed his hands on the desk, cutting straight to the chase. "I want to talk about distribution channels."
Eleanor leaned back, crossed her legs, and studied him with interest before smiling. "Oh? Wesren Heavy Industry?"
Allen wasn't surprised. Given the Association's intelligence capabilities, it would be strange if they couldn't even monitor such a small matter.
