Smith looked up from the pile of documents he was looking through and looked at a tense Maya. She stood before him stiffly, her posture straight and her expression composed, though the slight stiffness in her shoulders betrayed her more than she likely realised.
The lenses on his monocle moved around as he studied her form from head to toe. One would think he was a merchant studying a package of valuable goods rather than a father looking at his very own daughter.
A moment later, Smith nodded to himself, visibly pleased with whatever he had seen.
"You seem to have gained quite a bit from the trials," he said. "You have grown stronger in a very short period of time."
"Yes, Father," Maya responded respectfully.
Smith beckoned for her to come forward, then pointed toward the chair in front of his desk, "Sit down."
Maya did as she was told.
