Chapter 33
We walked further, the sound of the children's laughter fading behind us. After a few moments, we entered a quieter, more clinical part of the building. The vibrant energy of the kindergarten gave way to the sterile formality of a research
environment.
presence
We stopped in front of a large set of glass doors. Through them, I saw a conference room. Inside, older scientists sat around a long table, heads bent over papers and screens. But what caught my eye wasn't them-it was the young man sitting at the head of the table, his commanding the room despite his youth.
He wore a sharp suit, his dark hair neatly combed, but his face was serious and cold, almost detached. His eyes were fixed on
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the documents in front of him, barely
acknowledging the conversation
happening around him. There was something about him-something distant, authoritative, and... unreachable.
"That's Dr. Carlos," Vesta whispered beside me, her voice barely audible. "He's the
head of this organization. Brilliant researcher, M.D., but... not
exactly the
warmest person you'll meet."
I watched him for a moment,
I
fascinated by
how the older scientists seemed to defer to him, despite the age gap. There was an air
of quiet authority around him, one that
didn't need to be spoken to be understood.
"He's... young," I said, my voice low, not
wanting to interrupt the scene unfolding behind the glass. Vesta nodded. "He is. But he's responsible
for everything you've seen today-the
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saved so many lives. He's dedicated his life
Carlos, noticing how he barely looked up from his documents, how his posture remained rigid and focused. It was as though the weight of the world rested on his shoulders, and he bore it with an almost inhuman detachment. There was something i intriguing about him, something I couldn't quite place. His -coldness, his distance-it made me
followed her as we left the
thoughts lingered
something
me, something
I shook it off and
led me through more hallways,
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programs within the
kindergarten, the
herself to this place. It
something bigger than any
us.
us.
there was a heaviness to
work being done here wasn't without its challenges, its costs. The weight of responsibility hung in the air, especially around Carlos. I wondered what it would be like to be a part of this, to
sound of footsteps echoed again, and I couldn't
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of others-it might change mine, too. A
uncertainty.
place, with all its
held the answers I
even know
was searching
lost and find the healing, peace,
needed to
piece by piece.
stood in the courtyard,
haunted
cold, indifferent
stark contrast to
found with Vesta and the vibrancy of
face was pale, almost ascetic,
drained the
behind sharp, rigid lines.
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