Aren stared at the folder for a full second before the reaction slipped out of him before he could stop it.
"No way…the idol?"
The words felt almost absurd inside a place like this.
But as soon as he said it, Aren cleared his throat and glanced toward the bookstore windows. Outside, half the city was plastered with her face and every shop had her songs playing.
"How the hell is this a One-Star Commission then?" Aren tapped the file lightly with one finger.
The clerk didn't answer right away. Instead, he opened the file just enough for himself to glance over the contents before closing it again.
"We reviewed her daily routine as well as rehearsal logs and her planned schedules. There have been no reported incidents."
"Not even lingering ether signatures?" Aren pressed. "Or the occasional stalker getting too close?"
"No." The clerk's tone remained steady. "Everything has been handled by her security company. Argent Shield."
