Lyra’s POV
I have to blink my eyes many times to believe if what I’m seeing is real.
And it’s actually real.
Could he be the one Lilian was talking about?
“Good morning, ma’am,” he said as he entered, his voice polite, controlled, but his eyes carried something I couldn’t name.
“Good morning,” I replied, forcing a professional smile. “You may sit.”
Silence sat between us for a moment. I glanced down at his file again, then asked before thinking, “Twelve years back… how old were you?”
The words slipped out before I could stop them. I immediately regretted it. His CV clearly stated he was twenty-four. It was a foolish question. I should have calculated it.
He smiled slightly. “Twelve years back? I think I was… yeah, twelve years old at that time.”
“Oh. Okay,” I said quickly, pretend
