|Grace|
As soon as I stepped into the lobby of the agency, whispers broke out among the gathered crowd. Every head turned in my direction, drawn not just by my long absence but by the conspicuous bodyguards flanking me. Their attention was almost palpable.
But honestly, their curiosity didn’t bother me in the slightest.
I walked briskly toward the reception desk, where the receptionist stared at me with wide, incredulous eyes. Her face was a mix of fascination and disbelief.
"I’m here to see Hans. Is he available right now?" I inquired. The receptionist seemed momentarily frozen, her surprise momentarily stalling her response. I had to snap my fingers in front of her face before she jolted back to reality and started taking action.
Had my presence truly caused such a stir? I couldn't
