The steady hum of fluorescent lights filled the student council office, though here their glow was softened by glass chandeliers and polished wood panels that gleamed under their light.
The office was no cramped corner of some forgotten wing; it was thank to the wealth and and some of Adam's own fund he invested into New Hera Academy, that he was able to make an office like this for himself.
Which also acts as the Student Council Room, currently speaking it was just him at the moment.
As it normally is, given this was his domain, as such it was spacious, lined with shelves of neatly bound books, and framed photographs of past festivals and galas of the old Academy New Hera was built on, it predecessor Khan Academy.
A long mahogany desk dominated the center, its surface orderly yet luxurious, with open binders, budget reports, and event plans and proposals for the school year stacked in rows.
