Atlas wasn't born knowing who lives and who dies. Never in his life had he thought about that. But for the sake of family and everything it demanded, he assumed a role that required an entirely new life and identity.
A life of constant danger and schemes.
He lasted this long because of his methods, but it wasn't all him. The people around him helped him endure. Allen was one of them.
Holding so much power—being in a position to decide who lives and dies—also entailed huge responsibility. That was why Atlas had given Allen one role: just one. Aside from Allen's official position as advisor and assistant, Allen was authorized to undermine his orders when there was a better way.
This one, however, was something Atlas hadn't thought could be resolved any other way.
There was just no way.
Allen let out a deep exhale as he sat in his office, thinking about his boss's order. He hadn't passed the order yet; he was still wondering how Atlas had processed it in his mind.
