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"Sure, take a seat."
Zeirenne's new acquaintances pointed to the last seat on their table. It was the outermost seat, and she was facing the window.
Dr. Gomez had to sit on the other table. He greeted the other executives, noticing two of them wore casts. Unknown to both, they were facing the very person who broke their arms from his pursuit of saving a girl he didn't even know.
As Zeirenne warmed her seat, the woman surveyed her from head to toe. "So you're Zhi Lin," before pinning her attention to 'the bastard', "She doesn't look smart to me. I think Miura-dono is mistaken."
Zeirenne's jaw clicked. "Did this woman just... phew… calm down, Zeirenne. It means your dumb facade is working. Calm down," she told herself.
She faked a smile before scratching her head, acting coy in front of the executives, "Hihi. Sorry about that."
