Paris

Paris

Split... split...

in a car on its way to the Fenix Corporation headquarters. The sound of typing on the keyboard continued to resound with each sentence of Director Gray's.

"Our Shape Company, in the future..."

Suddenly, he stopped to continue his talk.

"What's wrong?" You just keep going! "

Gray glanced at the new secretary in front of him and couldn't help but be a little surprised and a little appreciative. You're pretty quick on the computer, aren't you? During the whole flight, you recorded everything I said without stopping. "Your stamina is quite a bit, I think."

Ammit casually replied as if it was completely normal. "It's nothing. It's just like a little bit of a long piano exercise! "

"Why don't you use shorthand?" He inquired.

"It's easier to modify using a computer!"

"And yet I thought you couldn't write shorthand..."

Ammit smiled arrogantly. I was an expert on that when I was in college! All my friends had to borrow my notebooks! "Why are you asking?"

"Because I need