"Yeah, Labubu dolls. That's what Brisco company, aka Sad Mat specializes in, after all! But what bothers me is why my husband doesn't want me anywhere near the boxes he brings home. It just doesn't make sense," Loona explained, her brow furrowing.
I kept my expression perfectly neutral, masking my internal shock. I hadn't known my brother Akira's company manufactured those trendy, bizarre-looking plush dolls. I had assumed Brisco...l mean, Sad Mat was just another generic corporate front.
Without breaking character, I simply nodded. "I see. So what exactly is your husband's main role at Sad Mat?"
Loona remained silent for a long moment, thinking it over. "To be honest, I don't really know. Sometimes he's stuck at the office. But after almost every major export, he's the one receiving late-night calls about whether the cargo traveled safely. I've overheard him giving orders—he always sounds incredibly cautious, almost paranoid, when it comes to the shipments."
