Flip. Flip.
The sound of pages being flipped filled the room as a stern looking woman sat with her legs crossed, a frown on her face as she read the documents in her hands.
The aura in the room was so dense and chilly. The young woman standing several feet away from the woman had goosebumps all over her hands and legs, and yet she remained standing steadily, already used to such situations. However, tonight, the chilliness was on another level and she understood greatly why.
This woman was none other than her mistress and lady. She has been working or rather serving the lady for a good five years after taking over the post from her aunt, who also worked for the lady for more than two decades before retiring due to an illness. Her aunt's retirement allowed her, who has just finished an integrated course at the clan's school to have a chance to serve the mistress. It was the greatest honor that she would talk about until the day she dies.
