บท 342: Exchange Of Letters

Emir sat on his office chair, his right hand playing with a pistol while he spun himself around aimlessly.

[So?]

His question was directed to Lyra, as they had been talking for a while. His so-called bodyguard had left long ago.

[Nothing's wrong, self-check results are fine, the history of what you did matches with the database, and so does your and my memories. Even the guard's own camera showed nothing out of the ordinary.]

Leaning his head on his left hand, he slowed the chair down and asked:

[Even the time?]

[Even the time.]

Her confirmation almost gave him a headache as he threw away the gun and kneaded his forehead.

Clack!

[Am I being overly paranoid again? It almost feels like deja vu at this point.]

Lyra's hologram materialized to his right, showing her in clothes different than usual, jeans and a normal white t-shirt.

"What do you think? I tried on a new style."