"What is this place?" Monette whispered as they watched Calixto's back as he stood, unmoving with his hands in his pockets, staring at the huge gray building in front of them.
Iris bit the inside of her cheeks to stop herself from snapping at Monette. She didn't have to ask her because anyone with eyes could see the huge name written on top of those buildings.
They are in one of the Stocker Corporation factories.
Iris heaved a deep sigh and replied. "Stocker Corporation."
"Why are we here?"
Iris didn't hide it when she rolled her eyes in annoyance. She can only tolerate too much.
She folded her arms over her chest and stared at Calixto, ignoring Monette with her nonsense questions.
"You know you should improve your social skills," she snapped at her when she didn't reply to her question. "But then," she gave her a side glance, " no one can blame you. You never leave the house and you live in the basement."
