He swallowed, still looking as if he'd seen a ghost. "There's been… a problem."
Heavy silence surrounded them.
Ayami didn't ask further; she didn't need to. Whatever it was, she could already tell it wasn't anything good.
Her secretary had always been the type to get spooked easily, but this time, it felt actually serious.
She turned and walked past him.
The secretary followed and led them to a small room tucked away in the basement.
As soon as the metal doors opened, a cold gust of wind brushed past them.
That was when she saw it.
The large gift, with its wrapping ripped off violently.
There was a piece of white cloth hastily thrown on top to hide whatever it was. From the corners that the cloth failed to cover, glass peeked through.
Ayami stepped forward.
Her hands were slightly trembling as she reached for the cloth.
Her jaw slightly clenched as she gave a strong tug, and the cloth fell down, unveiling the gift.
