Chapter Fifty-Nine
Inside an apartment building, in a particular flat, a young student sat behind a desk bathed in the warm glow of the desk lamp.
Her red hair was loose, and fell over her shoulders as she typed furiously on a laptop.
Her long delicate fingers flew over the keyboard rapidly, her back straightened as she typed. The aura that exuded from her, even as she was dressed in comfortable dark slacks and a black hoodie, was that of sophistication.
She was a final year student, and was currently in the midst of writing her report. This was the report that would be handed over to the university at the end of the year.
The final year students were currently having their industrial training, and she had also been assigned to work in a respectable law firm.
Minerva was very busy du
