James stood tall and straight, his towering figure practically shielding Mirabe from view. His expression didn''t change as he cleared his throat and simply


    dered, "Wealthy!"


    Mirabe: "..."


    Nearby, Curtis was puzzled, wondering what on earth James was talking about. It seemedpletely out of the blue and unrted.


    Mirabe thought it over and realized that securing thework for the National Security Building was indeed a lucrative deal. She adjusted her coat, "Let''s get going. The sooner we finish, the better."


    "Agreed." James nodded, then nced at Curtis, who was still utterly confused, and gave him a nudge with his foot.


    Curtis snapped back to reality, scratched his head, and walked over to the metallic door, pressing the buzzer.


    Soon after, the door opened. Curtis shed his ID badge, and only then did the second, password-protected door unlock. He turned around, "James, Ms. Mirabe, please go ahead. I''ll park the car."


    With that, he headed back to the roadside, bent down, and got into the driver''s seat.


    As James entered, the guard at the entrance, armed with a rifle, saw him and immediately saluted in a standard military fashion before allowing them through. A closer look at the guard''s demeanor revealed utmost respect.


    Mirabe followed by James''s side, passing sentries along the way, not to mention the infrared security systems hidden around. She smirked slightly and whispered, "Are you sure I don''t need a blindfold before entering?"


    James nced at Mirabe, seeing her not the least bit nervous but rather intrigued, he raised an eyebrow, "This isn''t a military base."


    "As amoner, getting to enter such a revered ce is an eye-opener for me," Mirabe remarked.


    But the eye-opening experience was a minor detail.


    Entering the National Security Building in broad daylight, and earning a fortune in the process, was the main event.


    James''s lips twitched.


    Before long, they passed through several security checks and entered the building. The elevator required fingerprint identification, which James provided before stepping in.


    Mirabe cast an amused nce at him before following.


    The surveince operations were housed on the seventh floor, and the elevator quickly reached their destination.


    Leading the way, James saw a technician pacing anxiously in the distance. Upon seeing James, the technician hurried over.


    "James," the technician greeted respectfully, then nced at Mirabe. Without the time to wonder about her identity, he looked past Mirabe anxiously as if expecting someone else.


    Seeing no third person, the technician hesitated, "Uh, James, didn''t Mr. Curtis say you were bringing an expert? Haven''t they arrived yet?"


    He then looked towards the elevator again.


    James, with his usual coolposure, nced at the technician and simply pointed at Mirabe, "This is the person."


    Upon hearing this, the technician gasped, disbelief evident on his face.


    It wasn''t that he was sexist; it was just the idea of such a youngputer expert, even more proficient than Mr. Curtis, that seemed far-fetched, no, downright eerie.


    However, his disbeliefsted only a minute before heposed himself.


    A person of James''s stature wasn''t known for jesting. If he personally brought someone, they were bound to bepetent.


    The security department''swork had been extensivelypromised, and all colleagues had failed to repair it. If it wasn''t fixed soon, chaos would ensue.


    Taking a deep breath, the technician politely nodded at Mirabe and gestured, "Please, follow me."