[sun: Are you there?]
The chat software's group flashed briefly, and someone immediately responded.
[@playfuldiana: When the boss asks, you gotta be there~ What's got you online today, boss?]
[Emma Gabehart: I'm here.]
The computer's light faintly illuminated her face. Nathalie Quinlan had taken a bath and taken her medicine, and now she felt much more comfortable. Resting her elbow on the desk, she glanced at the group messages and noticed that @ilovebeingskinny wasn't online today.
She didn't mind it, and her slender fingers danced across the keyboard, sending out a message.
[sun: Has the Yancey family come to us with a job recently?]
Emma Gabehart, who usually spoke the least and was the most serious in the group, replied the fastest this time.
[Emma Gabehart: The Yancey family? There seems to be a job from someone with the last name Yancey, but we didn't take it. They want to investigate a batch of goods in the Illegal Zone.]