Meanwhile…
Silo narrowed his eyes, staring at Lola, who was leaning against the slightly furnished wall of her office. He had already tilted his head in front of her face, but she didn't react.
"Lola, what the hell are you thinking about?" he asked. "Yesterday, you didn't know what you were doing. And now, you're just… deep in thought."
Surprisingly, just when he thought he would be ignored, Lola glanced at him.
"A lot of things, Silo," she muttered. "One of them is thinking of ways to splurge a few hundred million I earned yesterday from playing poker. I'm thinking of buying a... taxi."
"A taxi — wait. You went gambling?" he gasped. Now that she mentioned it, she was wearing a slightly more formal dress than her usual outfit yesterday. His face twisted. "Lola, gambling is bad."
"I know, but I was lucky yesterday." She shrugged, snapping her eyes out the window to the street below. "I'm not planning on pushing my luck any further."
