Mori sat back in the chair, staring at the ceiling in thought.
DiveCore was always a shady business, but this took the crown.
To think they grew to have so much power in a matter of decades.
"From your memories, I understand more or less what's happening," said Maël still sitting, legs on the table.
"Well? Is there anything else?"
Maël shrugged.
"Maybe," she said. "There's a lot of shady things that happened. Things your neighbors have said, things the security guard said, things you've overheard in the elevator. You've spent a lot of time hating DiveCore, but you should realize you've spent a lot of time close to them."
"Just tell me," he said.
Maël got up, looking outside the window.
The scenery of snow slowly falling through a city made of countless skyscrapers.
They went as far as the eye could see, disappearing into the horizon.
This meeting room wasn't randomly chosen to be the one his mother used, it had the best view, she admired it a lot.
