At the Alt Conglomerate, bright lights illuminated Jonas's entire office.
Jonas's office at the Alt Conglomerate reflected his status and taste. Spacious and thoughtfully arranged, it centered on a large wooden desk covered with documents and exquisite office supplies. Several rows of bookshelves lined the walls, displaying leather-bound books and assorted handicrafts that reflected his career and personal interests.
The office lights were bright and warm, creating an atmosphere both comfortable and professional. Light played across the shelves and desktop, lending the room a soft, rich texture. Behind the desk stood a large window overlooking the city skyline, its nighttime lights contrasting sharply with the office lighting.
The office lights reached even the corners, and Esnie's combat-trained dynamic vision could detect the movement of the tiniest speck of dust.
Yet now she could not see Celine's face, hidden in the shadows. She could not make it out at all, as though darkness had swallowed all the surrounding light.
"Mr. Jonas, what were you and Celine... doing just now?"
She had a bold suspicion, but she could not voice it yet and kept it to herself.
A barely perceptible trace of confusion flickered in Esnie's eyes. She glanced around. Every corner of the office was clearly visible beneath the bright lights, except that shadowed corner. Celine's figure seemed swallowed by darkness, impossible to read.
Celine smacked her lips and loosened her collar slightly to release the lingering heat. Then she stood obediently beside Jonas, though her legs trembled a little.
"Mr. Jonas, what exactly were you and Celine doing?"
In the end, Esnie could not restrain her curiosity and asked outright.
Celine did not seem like the sort to do that, but Jonas rather did.
Surely they weren't really doing what I think they were?
Jonas raised his head. Under the