"I'm very glad you were able to recommend some good candidates for me, Ms. Palmer. I hope to hear good news the next time I visit. Better doctors at the hospital ought to hold higher positions as well." Salomon pushed open the door and walked out with Christina Palmer. "Aura, reserve a table at Per Se for tonight. Don't forget to order something you like. I don't want you standing around while we eat."
The moment Aura received the order, she turned and left impatiently. Even her high heels could not slow her near-running pace.
She could not stand being unable to wear Power Armor or carry her heavy Explosive Rounds Gun while on security duty. Now that she had received an order, and after confirming that the surroundings were safe, she did not want to wait even a second longer. Still, she would keep this suit and these heels, because everything she wore, from head to toe—even the black stockings—had been chosen by Salomon as work attire. Her wardrobe was also filled with uniforms Salomon liked. Artificial Humans were tools born to satisfy their creators—that was the principle Dinah had taught every Artificial Human. Aura believed it completely and carried it out meticulously, never questioning whether there was anything unreasonable about the lesson.
The nurse had excelled in anatomy. At a glance, she could tell that the muscle definition beneath the overly young white-haired girl's black suit was not something an ordinary person could possess. She immediately understood that the girl was no clerk or driver, but a bodyguard with special duties. Still, she did not find it too strange. Any tycoon capable of acquiring a hospital in such a short time would naturally take security seriously.
The only thing that made her curious was the tiny metal ring