Midday was the most likely time for the Goddess of Contracts to strike, as humans needed to sleep—it was one of the moments when they were most likely to let their guard down.
In the vast office area, only Greta was still working overtime, even during her break. She was working herself to the bone just to be able to ask for leave whenever she needed it. Precisely because she worked through lunch, evenings, and holidays, her progress never lagged, which was why Song Wuli had granted her leave multiple times.
As an outsider, doing copywriting for a game company in Yiri City should have been a disadvantage; she truly wasn’t as naturally gifted as Chang Yong and Chang Kaihuai, who had been hired at the same time. Yet, she had closed the gap through sheer diligence.
Looking at her busy silhouette, Song Wuli, who was resting on the sofa, suddenly remembered something and walked over.
“Greta, I have a new idea. Do you want to hear it?” Since Song Wuli put it that way, how could Greta refuse?
Seeing her nod, Old Song continued, “How about this? For the copywriting, you take charge of the Western-related content. Our game has some Western cultural elements that we need to consult on. Why don’t you handle those scripts?”
This proposal was indeed unexpected, feeling as though Greta was being given a significant promotion. If Greta were to resign one day, it was feared that no one could replace her in that specific niche.
Greta did not agree immediately. It was unclear what she was hesitating about, but she finally accepted after half a minute.
After settling the matter, Old Song chatted with her for a few more minutes, arranged the specific work content, and then returned to the sofa to rest. He deliberately chose a spot with a surveillance camera to lie down. In case someone raided the bird’s nest to steal the Gravity Orb, he would at least know who the thief was.
He took a nap amidst a mixture of dread and anticipation.
In his dream, he felt as if someone was tickling him, and he woke up with a start, drenched in sweat despite the air conditioning. There was no one around; he was safe. The bird’s nest still felt heavy; the Gravity Orb was still there.
Checking the time, there was still a little while left before his alarm was set to go off. Yawning, he stood up, grabbed a random drink, and began to work.
His mind was still occupied with the Goddess of Contracts. It was already afternoon, and that woman hadn’t made a move yet. Was she going to wait until nightfall?
After working for an hour, an unexpected event occurred.
the Supervisor stepped out of his office and spoke loudly to Copywriting Team Two: “The Eastern Alliance people will be coming for an inspection in a moment. Don’t worry, don’t run around. It’s just a routine security check. Everyone just cooperate.”
Huh? Why was the Eastern Alliance coming for an inspection? Such things were rarely seen, weren’t they?
Song Wuli was just about to slip away to handle some private business when Greta suddenly approached: “Mr. Song, I have something to take care of and need to leave for a bit.”
Old Song nodded. It was a small matter. He had things to do himself, so he hurried to hide the sketches he had drawn of Yin Lin, deleting what needed to be deleted and concealing what needed to be concealed.
How should he handle the magic wand?
After a thought, he found some tape and stuck the magic wand to the underside of his desk. Unless someone knelt down and looked up at the bottom of the desk, it would be very difficult to notice it.
Once that was handled, he rushed upstairs; there were clothes there that needed to be dealt with. Upon reaching the roof, he suddenly ran into someone.
“Greta? Why are you here?”
“Mr. Song, what are you doing here?”
The two of them spoke almost simultaneously. This wasn’t the first time they had met on the roof.
Greta explained, “I… I’m watching the show. There’s something interesting to see.”
Song Wuli: “What kind of thing requires coming to the roof to see?”
Suspicious, he followed her to the edge of the roof. His skin crawled as he kept a close eye on his surroundings. He felt slightly relieved when he noticed Greta was standing quite far away.
Following the woman’s finger, he looked down at the street below and saw quite a few onlookers watching the members of the Special Task Force as they conducted their business.
As for why one would go to the roof to watch the Special Task Force on the street instead of watching from the first floor? Old Song didn’t overthink it. After all, when something exciting happened, many onlookers liked to climb trees or rooftops to watch the show. Greta’s behavior was, for the time being, supported by realistic logic.
“Mr. Song, what about you? Why did you come to the roof?” Greta asked curiously.
“…” Old Song truly hadn’t expected to run into her. “Oh, I came to catch the breeze and breathe some fresh air. It’s too stuffy in the office.”
It sounded strange, but it also had logical support. He had run into Greta on the roof before, which proved that Old Song was the type of person who frequented the rooftop. Meeting her again was reasonable.
And so, the two of them were stuck in an awkward standoff. One watched the Special Task Force members working on the street, while the other looked at the sky, eyes darting around.
After waiting for two minutes, no one spoke.
Song Wuli was anxious, like an ant on a hot pan. Many of his treasures were hidden on the roof and needed to be disposed of. For some reason, Greta was also waiting there, refusing to leave.
Could it be… Greta had found out? Were the makeup supplies, Yao Ruoning’s casual clothes, and the COS outfits exposed?
He stole a glance at Greta; the woman’s expression also seemed somewhat unnatural. This made Old Song even more uneasy.
They waited like that for ten minutes, neither showing any intention of leaving. A message came through from the Supervisor on his phone, asking where Old Song had gone and telling him to come down. He was to call everyone from Team Two over; the Eastern Alliance people had questions to ask.
“The Supervisor is calling us down,” Old Song relayed to her.
“Okay.”
Greta still didn’t move, just looking at him. He didn’t move either, looking back at Greta.
“The Supervisor called us to go down,” Old Song repeated.
“Okay.”
Greta watched Old Song until he stiffly began to walk down. Only then did she follow behind him, heading downstairs together. Both appeared very stiff, as if they were unwilling to leave the rooftop.
Neither spoke a word until they reached the office area downstairs. From a distance, they could see two soldiers in combat fatigues talking to the Supervisor.
Song Wuli immediately made a turn and headed for the restroom. As it turned out, he ran into Greta again; she was also going to the restroom. The two looked very awkward as they went into the men’s and women’s rooms respectively.
Old Song hurriedly pulled the Gravity Orb from the bird’s nest and hid it in the water tank of the stall’s toilet.
Returning to the office area, the Supervisor pointed at the newly returned Greta and Song Wuli, saying, “This is everyone from our Copywriting Team Two.”
Song Wuli nervously reached out, wanting to shake hands with the two men, but they didn’t extend theirs.
“Hello, we’re here to ask if you’ve seen anything like this?” They pulled out a photograph.
After one look, Song Wuli became even more nervous, his heart rate soaring to 180. Wasn’t the thing in the photo the portal he had discovered?
“Never seen it.” He shook his head. To make his acting more convincing, he deliberately pressed, “Officer, what is this?”
The soldier did not explain and asked Greta, who had also just returned, the same question. She also shook her head in denial; she hadn’t seen the thing in the photo.
The soldiers didn’t ask anything else. They did a circuit of the company, checking every floor and even going up to the roof. They didn’t rummage through anything, simply walking past to take a look before leaving, as if they were truly searching for a portal.
Only then did Song Wuli breathe a sigh of relief. It was a false alarm.
He immediately went to the restroom, retrieved the Gravity Orb from the water tank, wiped it dry, and put it back in the bird’s nest.
Strange. This wasn’t a “lure the tiger from the mountain” tactic to steal the Gravity Orb. Why would these soldiers suddenly conduct a dragnet search today? They had checked the streets, the sewers, and the surrounding buildings, and even questioned everyone.
Had things already become that serious?