Seth immediately flinched, his body tensing as his eyes snapped toward the voice near the counter.
His feet adjusted, ready to bolt for the nearest exit.
Before he could move, the voice spoke again in a calm and respectful manner.
"I'm here to bring you the information that you require, sir."
Under the pale moonlight filtering through the windows, Seth could finally make out the speaker.
A woman stood behind the counter, her posture relaxed and alert.
She had short black hair, cut neatly just above her shoulders.
She wore a male worker's formal uniform— a crisp white shirt, a dark vest, and tailored trousers.
It was practical clothing that suited her lean frame.
Seth's mind raced, but he kept his voice steady.
"What information? And are you a worker of the Amoret family?"
The woman tilted her head slightly.
