Chapter XXXVIII
A soft knock on his office door broke Edison Mollo from creating another engineered cells to bond with the infected, disturbing him and he's not fond of it.
"In!" He uttered, loud enough to be heard from outside.
The door opened with no sound of creak but instead the tacks of someone's heels. "Mr. Mollo, you are needed in the conference room. All associates left in the seats are waiting for you." It's Leona, simply in her casual formal all white feminine suit. Her hair is still tied on her low back, her stilettos are still tacking it's way whenever she walks. Her soft aura seem nonetheless changing at all.
He let out a heavy sigh and scratches his cheek, his irritation rise up whenever someone's disturbing him when he's working on something. But he doesn't have any choi
