There was nothing around her. Dorothy immediately turned around, only to find that nothing in her office was out of place.
Never mind an extra person-even the carpet remained exactly as it had been.
Then what was going on?
"Everyone, I know you have many questions, but please keep them to yourselves for now. Some questions are better left unspoken. They add a little spice to our relationship."
Jonas sat in a chair with his hands folded, then snapped his fingers to draw the Federation citizens' attention.
He wore a jet-black suit and white gloves, his hands folded together. The room was pitch-dark, but a faint light fell on him, leaving half his face veiled in the dim glow. His legs were crossed, and a girl stood behind him, her face equally indistinct.
"First, please don't rush. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Jonas, and I'm the boss of the Alt Conglomerate in District 25. You may call me Mr. Jonas. Unfortunately, due to limitations with the equipment, your voices cannot reach me, so I have no way of knowing what you're saying."
Jonas slowly rose and bowed toward the camera. "For that, I apologize to you all. As a token of my sincerity, I'll present you with a gift in the next segment."
Everyone still gathered around the square exclaimed in surprise, then began talking among themselves.
"This is so weird. An image suddenly appeared in front of me, and he said he's Jonas, the guy in charge of that Alt Conglomerate in District 25? But I never received a Communicator request. How did the Communicator just start out of nowhere?"
"Mine too? Have I been hacked? Wait, isn't our Federation supposed to be powerful? How did we get hacked without any response at all? They've come