"What is this about?" Avendial inquired, sitting on the sofa while perusing a file.
Although he maintained his composure, his words triggered a noticeable shift in the atmosphere of the room.
The officials, who had been diligently arranging the files, paused to look in his direction.
The mayor himself stood and approached, staring at the file in Avendial's hands.
"This?…" The mayor glanced at the file and recognized it contained confidential information regarding one of the most crucial projects among all the documents present.
The project in Avendial's hands pertained to the printing of currency notes.
"Sir, this is—"
Before the mayor could finish his words, Avendial raised a hand, gesturing for him to halt."Not you."
He then turned to Aecilia, who sat calmly on the opposite side of the sofa, seemingly indifferent amidst the busy officials handling the files. "Miss Aecilia, can you explain what this is?"