"Well now you know. I am that person. "
"Is it why you are too nitpicky about your privacy?"
"Uh hm," she nodded.
"That wouldn't change anything."
She looked at me confused.
"Even if you're an heiress with billions to your name, you're still my manager aren't you?"
That seemed to catch her off- guard.
"Well I—of course!"
"Good. Let's go back to the hotel. We can eat there."
She stood up before I could.
"I'm going first."
She went out the door and I waited for about 20 minutes before her text came. She had a car come to pick me up. Arysers were still waiting outside the building. I was glad that the two guards of the main entrance of the building ran to my rescue. I took photos with the arysers comfortably and signed some autographs.
"Did you come to Russia alone, Arystan?" an aryser asked while I was signing an autograph.
"No. I'm here with my manager."
"Oh. But we haven't seen him."