Slow-Dancing
ELLIOTT The woman was writing a note, tearing off a page from a notebook on the desk. The desk looked like the Mayor's workplace, seals, stamps, envelopes and various documents piled up one on top of another. Even if his house looked well-kept and thoroughly clean, his study was ironically messy. Asami was zoned out. The mayor or his servant's secrecy wasn't her business. Elliott moved forward and peeked at what she was writing in the note. "Second floor, room 9, suspicious behaviour," she wrote quickly and tucked the note in her pocket. Elliott stared at her facial expressions that looked a little fearful. As she started leaving the room, he decided on following behind her. "If you go too far from me, the invisibility veil will come off," Asami said, freezing him in his place. He turn
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