"Hello, are you Ms. Sterling?"
A woman in her forties with a neat, short haircut approached. She was wearing what looked like a uniform with the words "Meridia Base" written on it.
"Yes."
Stella Sterling nodded and stood up. 'This must be the person Harry mentioned, the one who would take me to my room.'
"Alright, Ms. Sterling. I'll take you to your quarters now. Please follow me!"
Ms. Ward nodded, her attitude respectful.
Someone had specifically instructed her just moments ago to be particularly polite to this Miss Sterling.
Besides, the fact that she was getting a private room alone was enough to show that her status was anything but ordinary.
'Unlike the other people the base takes in, she probably has some special skill that makes the base leadership value her.'
'Maybe she's some kind of technical expert. People like that are highly valued at the base.'
'I can't afford to offend her. I just have to be careful and serve her well.'
"Thank you for your trouble."
