The office door was pushed open.
Frank Kovalsky was the first to walk in.
He looked at the spacious office, at the emptied bookshelves and walls, and his gaze finally fell on Leo, who was sitting behind the enormous desk.
"Ha." Frank let out a short exclamation. He strode to the desk and knocked on its surface with his coarse knuckles. "This place is a lot more spacious than that metal-sided shack we had in the South District."
"And a lot emptier," Leo added.
Sarah followed behind him. She glanced around, her eyes lingering for a moment on the city view outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.
She had a surreal, dazed look on her face, as if she still hadn't recovered from the scene of the roaring crowds in the square just moments ago.
"We really did it," Sarah said softly. She walked over to the sofa and sat down, her entire body sinking into the soft leather. "I feel like I'm dreaming right now."
Right behind her was Karen Miller.
