His father's style and taste in decoration hadn't changed, and everything was just a copy-paste of his old office in the mansion.
When Celeste was invited in, she saw the usual colorful mandala carpet of dark green and red.
The statues of two goddesses stood on each side, one that Celeste could not find anything about—a mixture of woman and bee.
A similar, smaller statue sat in the corner of his desk, carved out of stone and having lost its edge. Celeste smiled. "I always wanted to ask you where you got this," she said, touching the tip with a finger.
Jordan sat behind his smaller working desk, his expression solemn. "It was my sister's," he answered, taking it in his hand. "If anything ever happens to me… can you please take good care of it?" he asked sadly, offering for her to take it.
She felt it was childish, but Celeste denied it. "Nothing is going to happen to you."
