Whenever she was idly chatting, Daisy Zane was pretty casual.
Replying whenever she felt like it and leaving messages read without replying if she didn't.
Today was no exception, only Holt Lawrence was trying to reach her for various reasons to meet up.
[Nana, the biennial selection for Celestial Pivot is about to start, do you want to make the questions?]
Daisy Zane leaned back in her chair, wearing a Bluetooth headset. Her hand holding the cell phone resting on her leg, lowered her head, and tapped the reply to Holt Lawrence: [Let me make the questions, you mean no one wants to participate this year?]
Holt Lawrence: [...Can you be a bit humble?]
[Why should I be humble?]
[Fine, fine, you have the right to be proud. The quality of the competitors chosen in the year before last was too low, I want to raise the difficulty of the selection this year.]
Daisy Zane understood.
