But I hadn't even said when.
Honestly, the receptionist had handled a difficult customer rather well.
The heavens had even done her a favor, making her words come true.
Though logically speaking, the weather at the moment might not have much to do with the commission the customer wanted to take on.
"Indeed, the weather doesn't look too good. That's really unfortunate."
In the end, though, she didn't point out the logical flaw. Her gaze fell on the window, and at that moment, Fu Qian actually stood up.
The fickle weather in Moore was on full display.
This wasn't just an empty threat. In the blink of an eye, the pleasant evening had vanished, and visibility had plummeted.
The fierce wind howled for a second, making the office on the top floor feel as if it might topple over at any moment.
"What a shame."
The receptionist had nearly been delighted when a single sentence sent the unwelcome guest on his way. At the same time, she was seasoned enough to say nothing more and risk no further complications.
"So how did you know? They say no one can predict the weather in Moore."
Unfortunately, that hadn't been avoided. Fu Qian seemed to remember something, stopped, and asked.
"It's strange... but I just know. It might only be a coincidence."
The receptionist chose her words more carefully this time, but still answered.
"I understand. Thank you for the reception."
Fu Qian finally seemed satisfied. He turned and walked ahead alone.
Weak and low-key, yet with a special knack for forecasting the weather.
All I could say was that this secret base had gotten even stranger.
But given how freely the receptionist had revealed her forecasting ability, did she even think it needed to be kept secret?
"What's the point?"