"Ryo's what?"
"Mansion? The place he could call his, home?"
"F*ck!" Airi's spoon dropped off of her hands, and her jaw was left open. Did Iris just say, this huge magnificent palace-like place belongs to that shady ghost?
Seeing her reaction, Iris couldn't hold back herself and burst into laughter. "Wow, is it that shocking to you?"
"Why it wouldn't be? Like what is this, a royal palace? For a single guy? Like hell?" Airi kept her eyes turning left and right, and small gasps left her lips every now and then. "Dang, how much filthy rich he is? Y'all get paid for y'er jobs?"
"No? Oh my God, how funny you can be?" Iris almost had a hard time keeping up with her laughter caused by Airi's thoughts. "Everyone is allotted a place to live. And the work we do, it's either our duty bestowed upon our existence, those who are like angels since the beginning. We call them the elite ones."