Nathalie sat near the edge of the bed as she scrolled through her phone; early in the morning and her mood went sour after all that.
While it did appear somewhat in her dreams, nothing beat her at that moment. It churned her gut to the point of retching as she had to witness them all on her own.
For now, she called Jonathan.
Turning on the video, it was Jonathan's face, who had smears of dirt and grease stains on his face— he was no different from a homeless beggar up the streets.
"Miss Quinn, it's been a while! How are things doing there?! Are you alright now?! Do I need to send some help over there?"
[I'm good. I'm good. I'm good.] She sighed first then tapped again. [My goodness, at least clean your face first before anything else.]
A peal of laughter erupted from him while he scratched his head. "I've been busy here since I have gotten some blueprints and guides to complete the projects I've needed for so long."
