Halfway through eating, Victor suddenly raised his head, his gaze sweeping across the entire dining hall.
His eyes paused briefly on a few people, finally fixing on a middle-aged man sitting by the window.
The man wore a plain gray jacket and was focused on eating a bowl of bean soup, occasionally whispering with a young colleague beside him, looking as normal as could be.
"That person," Victor pointed with his fork, "who is he?"
Bennett looked in the direction: "Oh, that's Miguel Sanchez, an old employee from our bureau, the deputy director of the archives. He's been with us since the Tijuana days, responsible for internal intelligence sorting and archiving, always diligent in his work."
"Tijuana days?" Victor repeated.
Bennett nodded, "He's introverted, not very talkative, but meticulous in his work, never made a mistake all these years."
