"Why are we even going home already?! Isn't the point of remote work is that it's remote?!"
If the people inside the vacation house weren't awake already, they were now. Gracey's loud voice practically shook the humble mansion, causing the thick windows to vibrate from her frustration.
Riley also followed them inside. He was curious, of course—he was the one who caused all of this morning chaos, after all. He wondered when the news of the website would finally reach Lorraine or Prophet, but he did not think it actually took an entire day.
The website was taken down a few hours after it launched, but his clones had already readied several hosts and domains to keep it alive. It wasn't until half a day had passed that the clones decided it was time to let it rest.
To Riley's surprise, there weren't that many who availed his services. He was expecting at least a hundred orders in a single day, but there was only a single one.
