Ruby's own life was spinning faster than ever.
Mornings belonged to her company—handling meetings, solving problems, checking on production and finances. Her workers had grown used to seeing her stride in with rolled-up sleeves and eyes sharp like a hawk. But once she returned home and the house slowly settled into Soulstream time, Ruby would retreat into her room for two hours each night.
Two precious, quiet hours.
That was her time. The laptop open, her fingers flying over keys. Designing, building, coding. She was crafting something of her own—a debut game that wasn't just fun, but unforgettable. Something that would bring emotion, story, and wonder.
She didn't just want it to launch. She wanted it to shake this entire world.
***
"Stop being nervous! You'll be good," Ruby said as she drove, eyes fixed ahead, voice steady but filled with the kind of calm that usually made Karl sit straighter—until now.
