There's about a week left.
Working on engineering blueprints alone is quite a workload. Nora Scott is managing it because, firstly, she had a concept in advance, and secondly, she draws very quickly.
However, previously she goofed off at every turn and was sick for a day, making her time quite tight later on.
The next day.
Nora Scott, who had stayed up all night drawing, woke up a bit late. When she got up, her phone had been bombarded with calls.
——All from Richard Carter.
Nora didn't bother, went to wash up, and upon returning, saw two missed calls. The next second, a new call came through.
Picking up the phone, Nora yawned while walking to the window, pushed the wooden window open, and leaned sideways as a cool breeze blew in.
She answered.
"What's up?"
