— Almost, — he replied, settling into the chair at the head of the table. — All that's left is to set the date for the next meeting.
I sat nearby, giving the room a quick glance. No matter how many times I'd been here, the Council Chamber always reminded me of a miniature model of a real government. And we were its moving parts.
— Raphael, — Elliana addressed me, — is your report on the joint training with the Combat Analytics faculty ready?
— Yes, almost finished. I'll send the accompanying analysis tomorrow morning.
— Good. And make sure there are no duplicated terms this time, like last month. The professors noticed.
I nodded.
Mello, leaning back lazily in his chair, suddenly smirked.
— Like it or not, you're my Vice President now. Not just in name. So you'll have to get used to paperwork. Be grateful Elliana's handling the schedule.
— I'm grateful, — I muttered. — In moderation.
