He wasn't supposed to be there!
May rubbed her eyes, even though she knew they weren't the problem. The security system was messing with her mind, not her eyes.
She checked the man's clothes, but politicians used the same kind of suit nowadays. She couldn't find anything like that. Except that the figure matched.
Also, the fair skin of the unknown man testified to his young age. He couldn't be older than Chris.
The way he had fixed the cufflinks on his sleeve was as familiar and elegant as how her grandfather would do it. There weren't many people in the whole White Capital who could imitate him.
«Well, since you're busy, we will go,» the man said. The tone of voice wasn't familiar at all, but the rhythm made May even more convinced of her intuition.
It was him! How could it not be?
She glanced at his eyes and found them grey, just like hers. She found one, as usual. The other was there but she couldn't see it. His nose was straight, but not enough of a clue.
