Ethan barely acknowledged her, waving a hand dismissively. "Kinda have to. Unless you wanna help?"
Vanessa scoffed. "Yeah, no thanks. I'm not a masochist."
Ethan smirked but didn't respond, his eyes fixed on the screen.
Vanessa lingered for a moment longer, then stretched her arms over her head and stood up. "Alright, I'm leaving you to your nerd stuff."
"Not nerd stuff," Ethan muttered absentmindedly.
"Totally nerd stuff," she countered, walking off toward the kitchen.
Ethan didn't argue. He didn't even have the mental bandwidth for it right now.
His entire focus was on processing the flood of information on his screen.
He worked tirelessly for hours, his only breaks consisting of grabbing a drink or stretching his arms before diving back in.
The numbers continued to climb, and while that was great for business, it was a logistical nightmare.