Vera stood at the address for Workshop 37 in Zone F, looking up at the huge, block-like steel workshop before her.
She double-checked the address in her hand to confirm it was correct before stepping forward and requesting entry at the sensor pad by the door.
The heavy doors slid apart.
Within, a familiar figure was waiting silently.
A crisp tuxedo, a spotless top hat, and a matte-black metal chassis—every detail exuded elegance.
Ah Fu placed his right hand over his chest and bowed slightly. "Lady Vera, good afternoon. Sir is currently engaged in delicate work. Please wait a moment."
Vera stopped in her tracks at the doorway. She opened her mouth, but for a moment, she was at a loss for words.
Although she had seen him a few times in Allen's dormitory, seeing Ah Fu again here—in this enormous, industrial environment—was an entirely different experience.
She subconsciously stepped inside, her gaze drifting past Ah Fu to the workshop's interior.
