"Your PM Please?"
The woman said to me with a bright smile as if this was just a routine introduction for a hotel receptionist. Her smile and the way she talked would even fool the experienced if they don't know what they're here for.
Jacob himself was a bit suspicious looking at the lady. He couldn't tell if she was in on the whole hitman organization thing or not. If I hadn't told him about it before then he probably would have not known about it either.
"Sir, your PM please." She gently asked once more. There wasn't any hurry in her tone.
She looked a bit older than me with a sense of maturity. Maybe six or seven years older.
A PM was a type of identification item at the Vagrant Palace. PM for the short term of Personal Medallion. Like the name, the item was Medallion that was used to verify and do any kind of work in this place.
"I don't have a PM."
