Across from him, sitting gracefully on one of the guest chairs, was the woman named Konan. She meticulously inspected each of Santino's features.
Um ... he looks younger than what they told me ...
She was not the only one who thought that anyone would deduce that at the head of a company as old as the Lux should be someone in their thirties, not a boy of twenty-five or twenty-six.
A malleable mind still ...
Konan internally allowed the comment
"I come from a private agency," she had said, with a gallant and meddling air. "We specialize in loans, tax settlements ... finances ...
"Hmph" Santino watched him serenely from the other side of the desk.
The first idea that came to Santino's mind was that this woman was the representative of one of many bureaucratic localities that were dedi
