“Septimus, I just went to see Executive Chen…”
Lifting the curtains, Voley stuck his head into a cubicle. His expression was a little odd.
“Didn’t I tell you to call me Marcie!” Septimus lectured in annoyance as he looked up from his thoughts. He was in “Marcie” form and was sitting on her bed. Then, he immediately asked, “What does he want?”
“Right… right!” Voley entered the cubicle and replied carefully with a smile, “Well, he drank quite a lot beer, his face was red… I am not sure if he’d seen you somewhere. He suddenly pulled me just now and asked persistently if I had seen Marcie. Well, I think he is somewhat interested.”
