Martha nodded again. "That is wise. Discretion is key."
That night, Martha thought about her luck. She had once made millions working as a secretary, living a life of luxury.
Now, the world was broken, but she had found another powerful boss to serve.
The new salary was strange...twenty kilograms of rice per month plus accommodation.
And one thousand crystals on top of that. Enough to buy food from the grocery store without fear.
'This is more than survival,' she thought. 'This is comfort. I will not waste this chance.'
Meanwhile, Ivy finally felt some relief. With Martha handling the processes, she could focus on bigger things.
The next morning, she sat at her desk and stared at her temporal storage blueprint.
'I need to upgrade it. If I want higher-level apartments, I can't stop here. One living room and one bedroom are not enough for the long run.'
