Too bitter a truth
Tiana Affanis walked away quickly after locking the door of the Black Room leading to the Red Room. She had not understood why the Manager had ordered her to do so, but she certainly could not afford to ask questions.
When she had left Leto and the archaeologist to look for the key to the warehouse, she had headed for the second office room, exhibition manager Nedro Osalis’, where — instead of her colleague — she had found the Manager, who was checking the visit log. He had asked her with an inquiring look:
“I heard you talking to someone at the entrance. Are there any visitors already?”
Tiana had been somewhat in awe for that man since her first job interview, because he always seemed to know everything about everyone: a glance by his disturbing ice blue eyes was en
