At the same time, two people received a delivery, an unnamed package!
Nicholas had the package he had just received that morning in his pocket—a small USB drive. Walking through the ruins, he occasionally bent down to avoid burnt or bomb-damaged wooden beams and steel structures. Falling debris left his expensive clothes covered in gray dust. His love for black made him ill-suited for wearing all black in a place like this. Murphy, following behind him, mumbled—not out of concern for this young master, but out of pity for the coat.
"Murphy, a coat can still be bought. Stop worrying about those lifeless things behind my back. I'm the one who pays your salary!" Nicholas teased Murphy playfully.
"Yes, Young Master! But the clothes on you were a limited edition that was just delivered last night, and now you've used them for less than ten minutes and are ready to throw them in the trash!"
"Ah, am I that wasteful?"
