The afternoon settles into a comfortable rhythm inside the house. Large windows stretch from floor to ceiling, filling the living room with soft Arctic light while the calm waters of the fjord shimmer beyond the glass. The distant songs of whales drift faintly through the slightly opened window, blending with the occasional crackle from the fireplace.
Medusa sits at one end of the long sofa with a tablet resting comfortably in her lap, reviewing reports that continue arriving from every branch of her companies around the world. Although the disasters have finally ended, the recovery effort is far from over.
Every few minutes another update appears on the screen, detailing reconstruction projects, emergency housing, medical aid, and relief funds reaching communities that have lost almost everything. Aleysia lies comfortably against her chest, completely content to let Medusa work.
