She always smelled like lavender.
"I heard that Naomi went to Oakland. What is she up to?" Dahlia opened her mouth and asked about Naomi instead.
I replied, "I'm not sure about it!" Since she was unwilling to tell me her purpose, I decided to play the waiting game with her.
As expected, after a moment of casual conversation, she said, "I heard that Mr. Roberts is looking for a new business partner to collaborate on the Al project. I wonder whether he has found his business partner yet."
I frowned slightly and replied, "This is the company's affairs. I don't know much about it. What's more, he's ready to bid for it. It's a fair competition. The result hasn't come out yet. If you need help, I may not be able to help you."
She laughed and said, "I don't need your help. I'm looking for you just to introduce you to someone." Somehow, I felt a little sleepy all of a sudden.
My eyelids started to grow heavier. I pinched myself and sobered up a little. Then I looked at the glass of juice I had drunk just now and realized something was wrong. I looked at her and asked, "What did you do to my drink?"
She answered with a faint smile, "Nothing, it's just something to help you sleep well. It's no harm at all."
I wanted to get up and leave, but I did not have any strength at all. Before I could come back to my senses, I'd fallen asleep.
When I woke up again, I thought that I would find myself in an abandoned factory. However, surprisingly, I found myself in a room that was clearly lived in by someone.
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