At the industrial district of the city, a group of people came out of a factory, led by two women. Though one blond-haired and the other brown-haired, the former short-haired and the latter long-haired, the two women, different in style but beautiful as they were, had the confidence they were holding themselves with in common.
The rays of the sun fell on them, adding a halo to their beauty, but none of the men present dared to look more closely or longer than necessary.
Evelyn brushed her hair back, pushing back the strands disturbed by the wind that had welcomed them outside to the side. She looked around, before turning to Cynthia beside her.
"Cynthia, please let the project manager from Furors Energy go through everything one last time before finalizing the installation of the production lines and putting them into use."
"Don't worry, I will get it done."