Athena pressed her lips into a thin line, her mind racing as she wondered what had gone wrong now. Just as she was pondering this, Sandro walked into her office.
He looked haggard, his eyes surrounded by dark circles of exhaustion—had he been treating the Grey disease too?
She couldn't recall the last time she had seen him not clean-shaven, and now his jawline sported more stubble than usual.
"Good afternoon, Athena. How are you doing?" Sandro greeted, slumping into one of the chairs positioned across from her desk.
She couldn't help but chuckle as she noted his disheveled appearance. "I seem to be doing better than you are."
Sandro let out a dry laugh, ruffling his hair as he settled to a more comfortable position. "Try handling a company with diverse branches, stepping into the shoes of your boss, and see if you won't grow an extra finger and two eyes."
