[M. Smith]: By the way, I’m hanging out in the Northwest, is there any local specialty you want? I’ll send you so.
[M. Shaw]: ...
Today, this friend whom I’ve never t, still remains handso and kind, but ntally not quite there.
Marcus Shaw glanced out the window.
It’s almost dark, when is he coming back?
*
The SUV, caught in the evening rush hour, was stuck on the traffic-jamd road.
Half-asleep, Nora Scott squinted her eyes, lazily opened the car window, letting the cold wind hit her face, shivering her awake from drowsiness.
The driver, Pedro Langley, twitched his lips, "Do you always wake yourself up in such a straightforward and rough manner?"
"It’s efficient."
Nora’s voice was still in a lazy drawl, as she propped her elbow on the car window, leaned her head out, chin resting on her small forearm.
She casually called out, "Boss, two grilled corn, please."
She was talking to a vendor with a cart by the roadside.
With business coming to him and the custor being a beautiful woman, the vendor happily grinned, his face full of wrinkles, and eagerly brought over two grilled corns.
Nora scanned to pay, the transaction was complete, each went their way, and the SUV had moved barely a ter.
"Here you go."
Turning her head, Nora found Pedro Langley was looking at her, clearly with a helpless expression.
Yet, he still accepted the warm grilled corn.
The traffic was terrible, so Nora closed the window, lazily leaned back in her seat, munching on grilled corn, while tapping her phone to check ssages.
[Boss Alex]: [File]
[Boss Alex]: Install this software.
Without suspecting anything, Nora downloaded the software and installed it, only to discover it was an app called Biel Hall.
While it was installing, Nora ssaged Boss Alex back.
[Nora Scott]: Isn’t there already an internal app?
With the tis changing, Biel Hall also moved with the tis, gathering intelligence online for mbers nationwide to access. However, it’s tiered, with so information requiring a certain standing in the Hall to access.
Previously, Boss Alex had asked Nora to install Biel Hall’s internal app and gave her a Hall Master’s exclusive account and password, which she’d never used to check anything.
[Boss Alex]: This one’s public, aid at custors, making it easier for them to order online.
[Boss Alex]: Just finished it, please test it for .
Nora responded with an "Oh," being bored, she opened the app.
The interface was very simple, with just three options at the bottom: Ho, Register, and Order.
The hopage was just a smokescreen, with sections full of "travel tips, industry prospects, finding and asking for things," as Boss Alex ntioned. So were free, others paid. But to get targeted intelligence, one would have to place a private order.
Within a minute, Nora mastered the operation, and praised Boss Alex a few tis.
But she couldn’t help but add a bit of snark.
[Nora Scott]: Going for a minimalistic vibe, aiming for a mysterious and aloof image?
[Boss Alex]: Had a kid handle it entirely. Maybe this is just his aesthetic.
[Nora Scott]: A kid?
[Boss Alex]: A high school student.
[Nora Scott]: Corrupting the youth?
[Boss Alex]: Really not, it’s just that the Hall is strapped for cash, and his price was low.
[Nora Scott]: ...
Alright, that reason convinced her.
Poverty is the original sin.
They chatted for a while, then Nora looked up, seeing the endless line of cars ahead, and sighed softly.
Her phone vibrated with a new ssage.
[Miguel Smith]: Beauty, are you secretly running a mafia in the Northwest? As I travel the Northwest Line, I keep running into your friends hosting everywhere!
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