She entered the luxurious building
and approached the security guard
standing inside. Laila spoke politely and
gently to him.
"Excuse me, sir. Sorry for taking your time,"
she said softly.
"May I ask if someone named Irfan Pratama lives here?"
Before the security guard could answer
Laila's question,
a deep, cold male voice was heard.
The man had just stepped out of an
elevator on her right.