The man hesitated. "Mistress… you came here to rest. You said all the candidates you screened were disappointing. Do you really want to bring work into this trip?"
She didn't answer immediately.
Instead, she watched West disappear into the crowd.
"I have a feeling," she said quietly, "that if I let him slip through my fingers… I'll regret it."
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Meanwhile, West was completely oblivious.
He returned to his room far later than planned, collapsing onto the bed with a satisfied groan.
The resort, it turned out, did not shut down at night.
Arcades, combat simulators, VR arenas, glow-lit pools, sky lounges...
West sampled far too many... By the time he finally slept, it felt like his body powered down instead of drifting off.
When he woke again, sunlight was already flooding the room.
"…Why do I feel like I fought a dungeon boss in my dreams," he muttered.
Today was Sunday... which meant, they still had one more day of fun left.
