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As Oman focused intently on observing everything in the laboratory, the old lady suddenly rapped his knee with her cane, emitting a sharp and harsh sound. Her voice carried an unmistakable severity: "You will have plenty of opportunities to stay here in the future, so catch up quickly!" Her tone revealed impatience and strictness, seemingly displeased with Oman's distraction and sluggishness. The old lady's attitude was clearly acerbic and harsh, causing Oman to feel a hint of pressure.
Navigating through stacks of books, various odds and ends, and research equipment, the old lady seemed to know this complex environment like the back of her hand. Oman quickly caught up, his eyes constantly scanning and taking in everything around him. The laboratory was bustling with people and filled with various scientific instruments and historical artifacts. Oman carefully maneuvered, afraid of accidentally bumping into these precious items.
He followed the old lady closely, passing through one passage after another, dodging various obstacles. Every step in the corridor filled him with wonder and excitement, and his heart was full of curiosity about this organization. Finally, they arrived at the door of an office. The nameplate clearly read "Nicholas Wolff, President of the Guardians of Time Association."
This name was not unfamiliar to Oman; it represented absolute authority and power in the historical world. Oman knew that by entering this door, he would officially step into the core of this mysterious organization and begin a whole new journey. His heart raced, not only out of fear of the unknown, but also out of anticipation for future opportunities.
When Oman followed the old lady to the front of Nicholas Wolff's office, the old lady stopped. She pointed to the door with her cane and said to Oman, "Go in, you will meet the chairman." After saying this, she didn't say anything more and left on her own, leaving Oman alone facing the door.
Oman stood in front of the door leading to the unknown, feeling the gradually fading footsteps of the old lady. His heart raced, he took a deep breath, trying to calm the nervousness surging in his heart. He knew that from this moment on, he would face the upcoming challenges alone. He tightly held his bag in his hand, which was his token and the source of his courage. His fingers lightly tapped on the office door, the sound particularly clear in the quiet corridor. Then, he gathered his courage and slowly pushed open the door.
The moment the door opened, a whole new world presented itself before Oman. The atmosphere in the office seemed somewhat serious, with almost everyone focused on their work. Nicholas Wolff, a dignified and knowledgeable figure, stood by a table, pointing at a precious artifact as if explaining its importance. A group of people gathered around him, some standing, some sitting, all attentively listening to Nicholas's explanation. The room was filled with books, maps, and various historical artifacts, indicating that this was a place where countless historical mysteries were solved.
The woman next to Nicholas had a stern demeanor and sharp eyes, seemingly recording every word Nicholas said. Her presence left a strong impression on Oman, exuding a rigorous and professional aura. From her posture and expression, it seemed that she had a very close relationship with Nicholas, possibly being his important assistant or colleague.
Oman stepped into the room, every step seeming particularly cautious. His eyes quickly scanned the room, trying to record every detail. His heart was pounding, each beat reminding him that this was not just a meeting, but an opportunity to step into the depths of history. For Oman, entering this room meant becoming a part of this mysterious organization and embarking on a new journey. He knew deeply that every person standing here could play an important role in his historical research.
As Oman gradually walked towards the center of the room, the people inside began to notice his arrival. Nicholas turned his gaze towards Oman, his penetrating eyes seemingly evaluating this new young man. Oman felt an unprecedented pressure, but at the same time, he understood that this was his chance to prove himself. He straightened his back, ready to face the assessment and guidance of the chairman of the Guardians of Time Association.
When Oman stood in Nicholas Wolff's office, Nicholas slowly took off his reading glasses and looked carefully at the young man in front of him. After a brief examination, he spoke, "Amman Yang?" His voice revealed a hint of probing.
Upon hearing his name, Oman immediately felt nervous and nodded quickly to confirm his identity. Nicholas looked at him, a slight smile forming at the corner of his mouth, then glanced at his watch. He said, "I remember we scheduled our meeting for..." Before he could finish, the woman beside him quickly interjected, "Five thirty in the afternoon." Her tone was stern and swift, as if emphasizing the importance of time.
Nicholas nodded at the woman and responded with a smile, "Yes, yes, it's almost 7:45 now. May I understand why, Mr. Oman?" His tone was calm, but there was a hint of seriousness in his words.
Oman felt countless pairs of eyes in the office focusing on him, especially Nicholas's gaze, which made him feel even more pressured. He nervously explained, "I'm not very familiar with this place, and the storm outside is very heavy, causing me to take many wrong turns, so I ended up being late." Oman's voice was trembling, but he tried to maintain composure, hoping to gain Nicholas's understanding.
Nicholas listened to Oman's explanation without immediately responding, but instead silently stared at him, seemingly evaluating his sincerity and capability. The atmosphere in the entire office became slightly tense at this moment, and Oman clearly felt that this was not just a simple meeting, but a crucial moment for him to establish himself in this mysterious organization.
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