"What's wrong?" Atlas asked, keeping his voice low as they walked away from the gathering. The corridor's dim lighting cast long shadows across Hannah's worried face.
Hannah glanced over her shoulder, making sure they were alone. "I don't know much, but Anola has this... pattern. Every high-positioned staff member gets summoned to her private chambers eventually. A personal meeting, she calls it."
"That seems standard for someone of her position," Atlas remarked, though his instincts told him otherwise.
"It's not what you think." Hannah's voice dropped even lower. "Every single person she's called for a private meeting ends up fired or worse. Some even got jailed on fabricated charges."
Atlas raised an eyebrow. "Every single one?"
"Without exception." Hannah's fingers nervously twiste
