I politely asked, "Isn't this... too much trouble for you?"
"Not at all. You are guests," Saha replied with a smile. "It allows us to exchange information easily at any time."
His smile only deepened my unease; this wasn't a kind invitation but a form of disguised house arrest.
After Saha finished speaking, Eric led us to the guest room. It was tastefully decorated, yet felt cold and unwelcoming. I stood by the window, gazing at the buildings deep within the estate, shrouded in thick fog. In the distance, I could hear the sound of guards changing shifts, and surveillance equipment was everywhere.
Carlos stood behind me. "The security here is too tight."
"Yeah."
He asked, "Do you believe what Saha said?"
"He sounds sincere, but I don't trust him."
"Why not?"
"With such advanced sec
