Zachary and Emily arrived at Rosenborg's head office, located in Brakka, a German-built barracks dating from World War II, at fifteen minutes to eleven that morning.
"I wonder why they couldn't just put their offices at Lerkendal!" Emily commented as they stood before the antique-styled white wooden building with the name 'ROSENBORG BALLKLUB' inscribed above its door.
"Beats me," Zachary replied, his shoulder raising in a casual shrug. "Maybe they just wanted offices that would set them apart from the rest of the clubs. We should head inside. It's about time the meeting started."
"Okay." Emily nodded before leading the way into the building.
Zachary followed her through a brightly lit corridor, past framed photographs of former Rosenborg players.