Chapter 37

An envelope was tossed onto the table closest to the door. The messenger didn't show their face, quickly leaving for the next stop.

"Isn't everything moving toward paperless systems now? Why do you still ask for an itemized statement?" the avianfolk said.

"I like the feeling of holding something solid. I guess I'm old-fashioned." Orson walked over, picked up the envelope, and slowly opened it.

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