GOLDEN CONTRACT OF DESIRE
And there was something in her tone that made it clear she meant it.
Then woman voice shifted, a little brighter again, like she had decided to move the conversation forward instead of letting it linger.
“You know, last time you didn’t ask my name properly.”
Clara blinked slightly, thinking back.
“I didn’t,” she admitted. “I assumed WitanCorp was what I should call you.”
A faint sound came through.
“It’s Mei,” she said again, slower this time, like she was offering it properly now. “You can just call me Mei.”
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