There were countless people in the large room where they collect important data. However, the middle-aged man could feel the coldness of this person's gaze, which sent a shiver down his spine. When he turned his head, his eyes landed on a woman leaning her back against the wall.
The woman had her arms folded, watching them as if she had been there from the beginning. Yet, no one seemed to have noticed her. Her dark red lips curled up into a smirk the moment their eyes met, wearing black clothes underneath her black and long coat.
The man had been the chief of this building and organization for over two decades. Thus, even if there were several hundred resident workers in the building, he knew when someone was bad news.
This woman was bad news.
"That took you some time, chief," the woman, Hera, broke her silence.
