ARIA'S POV
The host's voice pierced the silence, guiding with his soft prompt, "Please, can you give us your proposal?" There was a catch in Fidelia's heart as she rose, clutching a slim black file. Breathing deeply, she scanned the room, matching the gaze of expectation from the personnel. Watching her, the host sank back into his chair with tented fingers, eyes focused on Fidelia's face, expectantly waiting for her to speak.
With a slight tremor in her hands, she began to fumble over the black case and its contents, leafing through its pages, and drawing a deep breath of preparation. As she seemed to drop off for a while, her appearance turned out to be quite lowered, almost as if weighing a bunch of thoughts on her brain, and eventually, she opened her mouth. Save for the low whirri
