The headscarf-wearing office worker took a slurp of cola and continued, "And it wasn't just once—they actually got broken into by thieves twice in a row.
"For thirty years, we'd never been robbed. If I didn't know she was Mr. Miyano's daughter, I'd practically think she'd been sent by the thieves to scout the place."
After a pause, the headscarf-wearing office worker suddenly thought of something and looked wary. Under Haibara Ai's less-than-friendly gaze, he gravely speculated, "Wait, what if she really was here to scout the place? Like, pretending to be that Miss Akemi..."
"She wasn't pretending. That should have been Miss Akemi—she looked exactly the same as when she came here with Mr. Miyano as a child. Even her hairstyle hadn't changed." The mop-haired man picked up a hamburger, unwrapped it, and took a bite. Chewing, he said, "Besides, although that child looked Asian, she was clearly mixed-race. And she knew this was the Miyano family's old house... There's no mistake. She was definitely the same person."
Just then, the sound of a toilet flushing came from the restroom, and the president opened the door and walked out.
He had clearly heard the conversation outside and joined in. "It is strange, but as I recall, the thieves didn't take anything either time. If the window hadn't been pried open and the house hadn't been rummaged through, we wouldn't even have known thieves had broken in."
When they saw the president come over, the three employees stood a little straighter.
But the headscarf-wearing office worker still couldn't kick his habit of talking. He took the initiative to ask, "Your diarrhea still isn't better?"
The president sighed. "After taking another dump, I feel a little better than before. At least my stomach doesn't hurt anymore."
As he spoke, he took