"I hope nothing happens."
Former professional instincts and womanly intuition stirred a foreboding feeling within Iris, as she tightened her grip into a fist.
A girl, who seemed to be a subordinate, slipped up beside the retreating young woman and began whispering exchanges.
"That lady boss seems nice."
"Really? I think she's just a chatty aunt."
"She brought up the difficulties pointed out during the analysis at the meeting, it's hard to see how a rural woman could achieve that. If she entered our company, she could at least reach the position of a business supervisor."
"Should we report this to our superior?"
"Report it immediately. Talent information is a secondary level of intelligence, remember to file it."
"Yes!"
The subordinate hastened toward the edge of the village, while the young girl habitually fingered the pendant of her delicate necklace, her smile faded a little.
