"An intermediate modification technician?" The candidate’s background surprised her. Her hair was tied up in a high bun, and the hair ends quivered as she lifted her chin, exposing her snow white neck.
"To think that an intermediate modification technician would come! Interesting!" Her sultry voice was sweet as honey. One could hear the sound of the others gulping in the surveillance room.
Half lying on a deep crimson sofa was a woman of unrivaled beauty, and she was the one who had spoken. Behind her stood a middle-aged man in a black suit. His profile was steely, and his muscles bulged under his suit. He looked expressionless, with his hands crossed at his back. From the beginning, his expression had not changed one bit.
The lady sat up slightly and lightly tapped on the photon processor on her desk with a slender white finger. The photon processor’s holographic screen image immediately switched to room 303.
In the holographic feed was a young man, deep in thought.