The rest of the morning passed by quickly with continuous greetings, handshakes, and quick introductions.
By 8:00 a.m., the store opened its doors to the public. Customers began to shop inside, and the staff went smoothly into their routines. Gray, meanwhile, was led to a small office tucked near the back of the store.
"This was originally intended for the branch head," Marcus explained as they approached the door. "You can use this as your working space when you're here."
But when Gray stepped inside, he was met with a surprise.
The office wasn't empty, especially the desk. It was cluttered with personal items—an open bag of chips, a mug with "The Best Guy" printed in red, and several pens scattered across papers. A new-looking office chair sat behind the desk, and behind that, a coat hung loosely on the back.
Gray blinked.
"What is this?" He frowned.
"Ah—this," at the right time, a voice sounded behind them. It was the annoying voice that he kept hearing since earlier.
