Secrecy in the HQ

At the W.H.A skyscraper headquarters, the area buzzed with life as people dressed in both casual wear and combat gear moved in and out of the building. Cars revved along the road just six meters from the headquarters' main gate. Among those exiting were two young women, barely eighteen years old, each clutching a brown envelope. Their faces brimmed with radiant smiles as they skipped hand-in-hand. They passed by a sharply dressed man who watched them disappear, his expression saying, 'What's wrong with these kids?'

Inside the building, a golden-lit passageway gleamed as an elevator door opened. A sign marked "10th floor" hung nearby. Out stepped a tall woman with long, golden-yellow hair, a curvy figure, and sharp hips. She had a lively demeanor, humming softly as she looked around, moving her head in rhythm. It was clear she wasn't the cold or overly reserved type.