When morning came and Adyr arrived at the Player Headquarters, he found himself caught in another brief chat with the receptionists. The women at the front desk seemed to carry the weight of all the building's gossip, always the first to know everything, like professional, sneaky reporters in disguise.
The addicted woman he had pulled back from the edge not long ago was especially good at this. She operated like the head of a secret network, as if she had built her own web of informants. From janitors to technicians, from the tea lady to the security staff—she had access to all of them.
And that worked in Adyr's favor. For a while now, they had become his eyes and ears throughout the building, quietly carrying news back to him.
Yesterday, they had been the ones to casually reveal the name of the new division: Player Task Force (PTF). And today, he could already tell they were whispering about something new. Another rumor.
