I went to the gym department, and after a brief exercise, Lydia came to call me.
"Miss Agent," she called, "Johnson requested to see you."
"Is there a problem?" I asked.
"No, not at all." She said this, waving a smile at me.
I hope there really isn't a problem.
We both entered Mrs. Johnson's office; she was with a male in a blue tuxedo.
I couldn't get what they were actually talking about because I was a bit far from them.
And they had to reduce their voices the moment Lydia and I entered.
He had brown afro hair cut with brown, clear eyes. His nose was nicely pointed with the transparent glasses he was putting on.
And he doesn't look like he was coming for registration into the organization; no, he doesn't look in anyway like one.
He might be here for business. Wait, is that why
