Overtime Rush

The receptionist calmly slipped the flyer with the cash tucked inside beneath the counter, then gave a standard professional smile. "Sir, please wait a moment. We should be able to find suitable personnel to assist you."

"Oh, that's wonderful." Having received a satisfactory answer, Henry cast a charming glance at the people behind him.

In a country where tipping culture was so widespread, who would believe their procedures were truly so strict that no one could step even half a foot out of line? The two adults were unsurprised, but the two minors were dumbfounded. Skye blurted out, "This counts as a superpower? That's even more than the allowance I get for doing chores."

Henry did not respond directly. He merely said meaningfully, "You two really are young."

After making a phone call, the receptionist returned to her work without looking up at anyone again.

Henry leaned casually against the counter without urging her on. With his Super Hearing, he could already hear someone walking toward the main entrance. At the same time, the elevator beside the entrance started moving down toward the first floor.

Before long, a slightly plump, bald white man in a lab coat walked over. "Linda, is this the group requesting expedited service?"

"Yes, Dr. Van Buren." The receptionist stood and answered respectfully.

"Please come with me, ladies and gentlemen. We can discuss the details in the conference room. I'm Jack Van Buren, a senior examiner at the Health Street Institution. And you are...?" The bald man extended his hand in greeting.

"Henry Brown." Henry shook his hand, then led the group toward a small conference room.

Once everyone had taken their seats, Henry spoke before the other man could begin. "We would like to conduct kinship testing for these two." He pointed at Quicksilver and