THE WOMAN WAITS FOR us to approach her. She doesn't say a word, but her eyes said millions. I can tell she's curious about me, but she doesn't try to say anything. She just simply waited for us, or rather for Cyrus, to do the first move.
When the door closes behind us, Cyrus slowly bows his head as a sign of respect. The room is actually an office. I don't know why there's an office in a house like this, but after everything I've seen so far, I won't be surprised if there would even be an amusement park in the basement.
"Hello, mistress." I greet first when we got close to her, but she doesn't even dare look at me. So I decided to just stand near the door instead as Cyrus continues to walk closer to her. After all, I am just Cyrus's guard.
How old is she anyway? Cyrus is thirty-five, so
