At dawn, what had brewed in the night still lay dormant in the night, while everything had yet to begin.
As the Rocky Mountains lit up, Calgary welcomed another new day.
In the northern part of the city, inside the Presidential Suite of a five-star hotel,
the silver-haired figure, her skin paler than the sheets, woke up. After completing her morning routine, she transformed into the flawless Imperial Executive Officer.
Passing through the lavish and expensive room decor, she walked from the lady's room toward the only other bedroom.
She took out a key and tried to open the door.
Then she failed.
Discovering that something besides the lock was keeping the door shut, she was not surprised. Her cold, snow-white face remained perfectly calm.
As though nothing had happened, Adeline stood outside the door and knocked.
"Young Master, are you awake?"
"Say that before you try to force the door open."
From inside the locked room came Fang Ran's voice as he sat on the bed, rubbing his forehead in pain.
After getting up, washing up, finding an outfit in the walk-in closet, changing, and dismissing his ability before opening the door, Fang Ran looked speechlessly at the figure outside who tried to launch a surprise attack every morning and never repented.
Because of that, he now had to use his ability to lock the door every night before bed.
(￣-￣ How should I put this... I suddenly understood how my brother felt.
A tiny bit of guilt, along with a baffling sense of understanding toward Adeline, surfaced in his heart. Having returned from the participant's journey, where he had to do everything himself, to the life of an Executive Officer, where everything was prepared for him,
Fang Ran looked at her and confirmed the day's schedule.
"What do