Gianna rounded up her design metrics with rapid, decisive strokes, her fingers flying across the interface just as her desktop alarm chimed to signify it was exactly noon. Time for the meeting with her aunt.
The moment the system logged out, she let out a long, heavy sigh of relief and allowed her chair to twirl her lazily from side to side.
Her mind drifted back over the chaotic landscape of the past few months. Looking at the sheer scale of the infrastructure she was currently manipulating, she truly believed that, no matter what horrors lay ahead, she had made significant progress.
But the fleeting warmth vanished instantly, leaving a foul, bitter taste in her mouth as her thoughts crashed into a dark memory.
Dane was dead.
It still felt surreal. After all, they had been close acquaintances for a long time.
