In just a few short seconds, Abigail's thoughts raced.
No one knew what she had been through before, that made her excessively wary of "Upper-Ranks" like Selyu; no one knew whether, if Oscar learned what she was thinking, he would end up in tears, drowning in shame.
Round it up, this identity really was bought with money; the previous Nation-Builder hadn't resisted much at all, signing his name as smoothly as could be.
"Take a look. I think you're going to need it."
Selyu lifted the case. Her face was expressionless; from her attitude, it was as if if Abigail didn't accept it, she simply wouldn't let go.
"Alright…"
She was a Nation-Builder, after all; Abigail ought to show the proper respect.
While her mind was busy thinking of how to refuse, she picked up the case, set it on her desk, then opened it—and saw those old notebooks.
"What is this?"
