Mystery: Gray Walker

Chapter 62 Meticulous Service

"Of course, of course! Then... what do you think of as a female companion?" Henry asked tentatively, his eyes drifting towards Anaïs.

Green did not answer immediately.

Taking Anaïs along has both advantages and disadvantages.

The advantage lies in the fact that her goal is to get close to those old guys at the History and Archaeology Society and gain their trust, and Anaïs's grandfather happened to have worked there, which could greatly increase the success rate of the mission.

The downside is that she's too introverted; she blushes and lowers her head at the drop of a hat... It's hard to say whether she can handle the job.

"Anna," Green said.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Morris!" Anaïs replied, standing up abruptly.

"Come with me to dinner tomorrow night. As the assistant liaison officer for the Port Authority," Green said casually.

Anaïs's face turned pale instantly, then flushed red: "I...I...I don't have suitable clothes...and...I don't know the rules..."

"Manager Henry will have everything prepared for you, won't you, Manager Henry?" Green interrupted her, looking at Henry.

"Leave it to me!" Henry immediately patted his chest. "I guarantee it will fit well and be presentable, but not too flashy!"

He was already quickly filtering through the tailors or clothing stores he knew in his mind.

"Rules," Green said, turning back to Anaïs, "You don't need to know much. Talk less, follow me, observe more, and cooperate with me when necessary. Understand?"

Under his calm gaze, Anaïs took a deep breath and nodded vigorously: "I...I understand, Mr. Morris. I will do my best."

"Very good." Green turned his gaze back to the leaping flames in the fireplace.

Seeing this, Henry knew the matter was settled, and wisely said no more, bowing and saying:

"Well... I won't bother you any longer. I'll report back to you later about the clothes and tomorrow's arrangements."

After saying that, he tiptoed out, giving Anaïs a "do your best" look before leaving.

Anaïs, upon receiving this meaningful signal, felt somewhat suffocated. She hurriedly lowered her head and went into the small cubicle inside.

As soon as she pushed open the door, she couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah!" filled with astonishment.

Green frowned slightly, thinking something was wrong, and immediately got up and went over.

But the scene before him stunned him instantly.

The cubicles have also been completely transformed.

A spacious double bed covered with a deep burgundy velvet bedspread was placed against the wall, with fluffy pillows.

Beside the bed was a small walnut dressing table with a beautiful gas lamp on it, casting a very soft light.

On the dressing table was an unopened set of toiletries that looked to be of good quality, as well as a slender crystal vase with a few fresh white roses in it.

The walls were covered with warm-toned light gold wallpaper, and there was even an oil painting with ambiguous content that was almost unbearable to look at.

The worst part is the taste.

Henry somehow got hold of a bottle of aromatherapy and placed it in the corner. It emitted a scent of cedar and some kind of flower, which, though not strong, was pervasive.

Is this a lounge? Or is this a luxury suite at a love hotel?

Henry really knows how to... handle people...

Anaïs stood in the doorway, her face flushing red and then turning pale, her fingers gripping the hem of her skirt tightly, her eyes filled with shame, fear, and panic.

Green suppressed his embarrassment: "Manager Henry's 'service' was truly impeccable."

He took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Everything is new, and the environment is nice. From now on, this is your private space; you can lock the door. Get some rest."

"Yes... thank you, Mr. Morris." Anaïs's voice trembled slightly. She understood the protective meaning in Green's words, but the implication before her eyes left her somewhat at a loss.

Lunchtime at the port authority canteen.

Since old Bob was still nowhere to be found, Green and Anaïs went to the cafeteria for a meal.

As they entered the somewhat noisy restaurant, Green vaguely sensed several pairs of eyes watching them.

Those who looked at Greene showed awe, curiosity, scrutiny, and even, in the eyes of some young female clerks, a hint of undisguised admiration.

When he looked at Anaïs, his gaze turned into undisguised jealousy, envy, contempt, and disdain.

Whispers resumed after the two had passed.

"See her? That's her..."

"Tsk, being good-looking really makes a difference; it's not even as big as mine..."

"They're shrewd; I heard they moved right next to 'that person's' office..."

"Not only that, I heard that Manager Henry personally oversaw the arrangements, and the interior is decorated like..."

"I was wondering why old Bob hadn't been coming lately; turns out he was in the way..."

Harsh words pierced Anaïs like needles.

Her shoulders hunched slightly, as if she wanted to shrink into a crack in the ground, and her hands holding the plate were trembling slightly.

Green turned his head slightly and whispered to Anaïs behind him, "Don't worry about it, just be yourself."

A moment later, the two of them took their food and found a relatively quiet corner to sit down.

In Green's view, the "special relationship" between him and Henry, and Anaïs's new identity as his "inner confidante," had already spread rapidly among the lower levels of the Port Authority.

As for the version circulating... Green doesn't need to guess to know that it must be full of erotic imagination and the oppression of power.

Anaïs found herself in a predicament; although she was transferred to a more comfortable position, she faced even more pressure.

Everything comes at a price.

......

In the afternoon, Henry arrived on time with a gray-haired etiquette teacher.

Without exchanging pleasantries, Ms. Eleanor's gaze swept over the slightly flustered Anaïs before she began the rigorous and efficient "emergency training."

She corrected Anaïs's posture, teaching her how to walk lightly and steadily, how to sit and stand gracefully, and how to position her hands.

The most crucial point is how to maintain a calm facial expression and focus your gaze when you're nervous. It repeatedly emphasizes minimizing movement and speech, following others, and maintaining a smile when necessary.

"Don't dart around like a startled rabbit, and don't stare at the floor. Look at the bridge of the nose or the top of the lips of the person you're talking to; this shows focus without being overly aggressive."

"Lift your head! You are not representing yourself now, but Mr. Morris's face."

"Okay, yes, that's it."

Ms. Eleanor demonstrated, "You, Mr. Morris, as her companion, need to be mindful of guiding her, introducing her, and helping her out of awkward situations. The way you link arms, the order of seating, the use of napkins... you know, these details will be under the watchful eyes of countless people in that setting."

"Ah...okay..." Green responded with an awkward smile, he too could feel the pressure from the teacher.

Anaïs studied very diligently, and not only her, but Green also observed and learned quietly, taking notes on the essential etiquette points that a gentleman should have.

The teacher Henry hired was clearly very familiar with how to prevent someone from becoming a laughing stock in crucial situations.