(Author’s POV)
"Yes, what is it?" the woman asked, her voice soft and syrupy.
Her hair flip caressed Chris’s face ever so softly, leaving him stunned for a moment. Then his eyes landed on that face, a true beauty. He hadn’t seen someone so beautiful ever before. She had seen a fair share of people, but no one close to that. As the light illuminating from the wall sconces cascaded on her face, she looked ethereal. Almost surreal. His breath hitched there for a second.
The woman snapped her fingers in front of his face, her manicured nails forcing him back to reality, "Disculpe~ .... señor?" She batted her eyelashes at him in confusion.
"Uhhh~ .... Yo~u~ .... you dropped this," he extended his palm towards her. She took a glance, and her eyes widened. She then looked at her empty ring finger and said, "Ohh~ .. my goodness~ ... when did it slip ~ .... Gracias~ I mean~ ... thank you so much, Mr.~ ...." Her voice trailed off.
"It’s Shadow," he said.
"Shadow~ ... misterioso. Well, thanks a ton for that, Mr. Shadow. This ring is soooo~ important to me," she said. After that, she looked at him from head to toe and commented, "I haven’t seen you here before. You aren’t from here."
Chris nodded, giving her a brief answer, "I just came for some business."
The woman nodded nonchalantly. She then took out a cardholder from her pants pocket, retrieved a card from it and handed it over to Chris, "Contact me if you need help. I know my way around here a bit. I am good at finding things."
She then winked at him and uttered, "Well then~ ... I will be taking my leave~ .... adios" After that, she turned around and left, without giving him a second glance.
Chris was left rooted. He looked at the receding figure, then at the car. He flipped to the front and there~ .... in red bold letters, her name was written, ’NERISSA MARINO.’ Below it was her contact number.
There was no designation or other info provided. But earlier, he had heard her conversation on the way. From that, he had a rough idea about her work. He was aware of the fact that in a place like Gouldland, there were plenty of scribes’ guilds, small and big, running. The people working there are in the habit of writing nothing more than their name and contact number. Though the color on the card determines the rank. It was in Red and black, so Nerissa had to be an S-level informant. The way she carried herself and her aura confirmed that.
He had been in contact with a few A+ level ones, but they weren’t able to give him any solid information about anything related to gold blood. They weren’t even close on the topic. And there were hardly any S-levels.
He caressed the letters written on the card and thought, ’Should I trust it? It might be a scam.’ He was, of course, hesitant. But time was slipping away for him as well as for his boss, who was on the other side of the planet, about to lose his life.
"Even if it is a scam, I can’t waste time. I have to do something, urgently," he mumbled under his breath. Clutching the card tightly, he returned to his room.

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