A day later, in the office of Atlas.
Elaina was doing some paperwork and stamping documents.
Stacks of reports covered most of her desk by now. Supply requests, payroll sheets, training schedules, ammunition inventories, and construction expenses were all mixed together in organized piles that only she fully understood.
THUNK.
She pressed another Atlas seal onto a document before placing it neatly to the side.
Honestly, administrative work had become endless ever since Atlas started growing rapidly over the last six months.
Between training the new infantry recruits, expanding the compound, maintaining vehicles, managing supplies, and handling incoming requests from merchants and adventurers, the workload increased almost weekly.
Sometimes Elaina still found it strange.
Not too long ago, she worked behind the reception desk of the Adventurer's Guild in Berm.
Now?
Now she was helping manage what was slowly becoming a private military company.
