Jade’s pov:
The servants looked at us with something akin to puzzlement, as mom and I walked behind the man who had brought us here. The driver followed us with our luggages trailing behind him. We might not be real guests, but they were treating us rather well.
The man, who was just as impossible to read as the building was austere, turned out to be the gamma, for he had been greeted with great respect a couple of times already – Gamma Spencer, they called him.
He led us to what appeared to be the dining room, where the one I recognized as the beta was sitting at a big table, a laptop in front of him.
It was eerily silent, and one could almost hear a needle drop.
He focused his gaze on us after a beat, his expression still that of a bored man who couldn’t care less about us. I
