"It's done," she said as she stepped into the room, returning from the job I had given her.
I had asked her to post the posters around the area.
"Come, we have a last bit of things to do before I open tomorrow," I said to her and handed her the task. It had been five days since I had brought things and started crafting medicines.
The empty shelves are now filled with the medicine's glass bottles and wooden boxes.
With this last big thing done, I would be fully ready to open tomorrow, and it is making me nervous.
Someone who is unmatched among Primes is feeling nervous about Primary-I and regular people. If someone were to read my thoughts, they would die laughing.
Still, it is emotion, I am feeling.
Aside from not using my power, I am giving this everything I have. From crafting the medicine to advertising for my clinic, I want it to succeed.
I have never done something like this; I did not need to.
