In the station lounge, Charlie (younger sister) looked at the empty room and the four people inside, and asked curiously, "There are only four of you?"
The Salesperson who had been talking to her smiled. "What are you worried about?"
Charlie (younger sister) didn't hesitate. Right now she was the "client," she was paying, and she knew she was paying several times more than a normal order. After spending this much money, she wasn't about to wrong herself.
Her forceful attitude began to rise again, within the bounds of safety. She looked at the Salesperson. "I don't think you can protect me, not if there are only four of you."
The Salesperson glanced around. "Please rest assured, we are professionals…"
At the same time, in the conference room of the Ministry of International Affairs in Bupen, Mr. Truman curled his five fingers and knocked twice on the table with his knuckles. He reiterated, "Please rest assured, gentlemen, we are professionals!"
