Nathalie Quinlan patiently opened it.
It was the "TV station staff" Shawn Norton had previously introduced her to.
She squinted her eyes, unsure what the other party was messaging her for, and casually clicked on the message, her tired eyes half-closed as she focused on it.
[Lighten Chaser, Mr. Norton told me you've come to Beijing. Do you have time? Would you like to have a meal together?]
Nathalie's eyebrows slightly furrowed as she walked to the window, opened the glass, and fresh air from outside flowed in. She leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, her neck crooked, before she sent a laid-back message back to Stephanie Tanzil.
[Q: I'm busy.]
Direct and to the point, without beating around the bush.
After replying to Stephanie's message, she exited the chat software of that platform and opened WhatsApp.
Several messages popped up at once.
Good thing her phone's system was great; any other phone would have certainly frozen.