Two months hurtled by and the weather had gone beyond cold. No one ventured outside willingly. Not even the Night Walker who was cooped up in his office.
The pen clattered on the desk as my hand flopped to the side. Despite the hesitation and reluctance to purchase Pantiumite from Luna Services by the people dwelling in the Slums, Luna Services had stabilised and proved to be able to compete with many monoliths in the market. Red Rumble continued to elude Nash as they held their regular customers steadily. There was simply too much work to be done and I wanted out.
“I’m thinking of retiring.”
Ignacio paused what he was doing and looked up from the tall stack of folders on his desk. “I’m sorry, could you say that again?”
I raised an eyebrow at the utter confusion on Ignacio’s face. Despite the heavy eye bags beneath the brunet’s eyes, I could see the sparkle in them. The man was still as determined as ever and it was a good sign.