[He finds himself staring sharply towards the source of the voice. The woman clearly wasn't Nebilim - but the voice... it has such a similar sound to it. Jade spent a moment looking at her while his mind picked apart every different nuance in her voice, and his fingers clasped the surface of the desk.
But the moment was soon passing. He was able to compose himself almost seamlessly.]
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But the moment was soon passing. He was able to compose himself almost seamlessly.]
Good day. To what do I owe this pleasure?