After a few minutes of following along Gordon found himself in front of a rather non-descript door.
"Master Zhenren is expecting you."
Then with a bow the Philos clan attendant turned and went about his business. To Gordon it was rather strange. Always before he had been the faceless servant. Of course he had never qualified to work full time for one of the nobles, but he had had to do his fair share of training. Everyone in the Pits was indoctrinated with a least the basics in how to appropriately serve.
Disconcerted Gordon pushed his way through the door and found himself in a small office. Behind a desk was a woman shuffling papers and referencing a tablet set up like a monitor to the side.
"Ah, come in Gordon, I have been expecting you."
Dressed in the full robes that distinguished members of the Philos clan or one of its side families she was actually very beautiful. Far younger then he would have expected, late thirties or early forties.
