"I, I came as you asked."
Carlen said to Talia in a quiet, fearful voice, her tone filled with urgency and pleading.
Fearing that those around might hear their conversation.
"First, go to the card making room, I'll give you the swimsuit and the sign."
Talia patted Carlen's back, urging her to stand tall so as not to appear as if she were being bullied,
"Stick out your chest and hold your head up high, or else your hunched posture later might make you recognizable."
Talia muttered to herself beside Carlen.
Carlen knew this was Tata's code.
She was here to humiliate herself.
The more it was like this, the more she couldn't give in; she just had to get through today.
Talia, along with Lanci, the three of them walked through the corridor.
They entered a secluded private passage that led straight to the sixth floor's senior cardmaker area.
Unlike the exhibition area below, this place was more understatedly luxurious, only accessible to managers like Rosalinda.