The cameraman, who had been following Mila all day, walked inside a penthouse where an old man with grey hair was sitting with a tiny cup of tea in his hand.
"Good evening, Master Alvaro." The young man bowed, then turned to the other person in the room. "Good evening, Doctor Roman."
Roman brought his face closer to the light and nodded. "Did you follow the girl?"
The young man nodded. "Yes, and I planted the chip just where she wouldn't see."
"A chip?" Roman narrowed his eyes. He turned to look at the old man. "You said you wouldn't go that far!"
The old man finally dropped his cup of tea and sighed. "I needed to be sure, boy... it's just a chip. According to experts, once she takes a shower, it'll wash off."
"And what if Zyran sees it?" Roman asked, ruffling his hair. "What if?" He hit his hand on the table.
