“Is it Isaac again?” I immediately wanted to refuse the job.
“No, Claire. This client’s identity is very important.” The supervisor saw right through me and warned, “Don’t keep them waiting. Go on. Samantha said you could handle it.”
The supervisor walked away to assign others their tasks, completely ignoring my resistance.
With no other choice, I swallowed my displeasure, stepped into the elevator, and pressed the button for the special floor.
The elevator doors opened, revealing a magnificent corridor, yet the silence was unsettling.
I’d heard that only clients with special status could come here, and the staff had to guarantee complete confidentiality about their identities and anything they overheard.
I couldn’t help but complain inwardly. I shouldn’t be here. Once I find the roo
