Dinner

Fortunately, there was no one except for Neil when I left Aren's office. He greeted me with a mischievous smile that had painted his lips much too often recently. But since he was the one who brought me fresh clothes, I decided to ignore his teasing.

As soon as I walked into my new workspace, the day passed in a flash. Alan, Norton, and I went from one department to another, installing our program using the excuse of checking some security issues. It was the amazingly boring part of the plan, but at least it went smoothly without people complaining that we interrupted their work. It was six o'clock before I knew it—time for me to get dressed up and put on some decent makeup, preparing myself for a dinner at the Wintons' mansion.

More than an hour later, dressed in a wine-red long, slandering figure dress, I looked like a brave and confident woman. I wish I could feel like one as well. Unfortunately, my anxieties didn't go away despite Aren's reassuring words. Perhaps if it were only