Rosavere guided Lackey from her office and walked on the building's corridor with serious steps, her heels striking the polished floor.
Lackey, following behind her, asked, "Where are you taking me now? I told you I am not interested anymore in dealing with you," his voice carrying irritation as he glanced at the workers moving on the corridor with hurried steps, almost sprinting from one end to another.
Why were they always busy? Why did this place feel like a machine that never stopped?
Rosavere said simply, "Give one more chance and I will prove to you this is really not my fault to begin with," her tone steady, almost pleading, but wrapped under her usual confidence as she kept walking.
Lackey hummed with a curious tone but still nodded as they kept walking inside her office building. The workers' numbers slowly lowered and… they entered a restricted area, far quieter and colder, as if sound itself was afraid to linger.
