GoodReadAfter ending the video call, Dorothy lay on her bed and stared at the ceiling.
She was suddenly devoid of a mountain of work, so it felt surprisingly strange to have the luxury of lying down at this hour.
She took out her phone with the intention of checking the latest on Wall Street, only to find unread messages.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMost likely, they were messages that had come in while she was video chatting with Abigail. She hadn't checked her phone after they hung up.
It was the driver.
[Hey, are you still up?] Recalling the abundant gifts he had sent her way, which were all sorts of food, drinks, and dietary supplements, Dorothy assumed that his late message indicated that he wanted to ask for a favor. She felt obliged to respond.
She had the sense that he was a decent man. He seemed straightforward and not one for scheming. His manner of speaking was always respectful, and he never crossed any lines.
[Still up, what's up?] [I heard you're heading to Havenbrook City. | was wondering how well you know the place, as I'm planning to visit. I'd like to know what's unique about it.] Havenbrook City...
That was a city she knew like the back of her hand.
[I'm actually from Havenbrook City. Would it be okay if we switched to a voice call? | can give you a rundown.] She didn't have any ulterior motives. After a full day at work, she didn't feel like typing on her phone.
After sending the message, Dorothy began to wonder if she was being a bit presumptuous. It was late at night, after all, and although there was a significant age gap between them, they were still of the opposite sex. What if his wife was around and got the wrong idea? Dorothy started to type. [If it's inconvenient, never mind...] But before she could finish, an incoming voice call notification appeared.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe hesitated for a moment before accepting the call.
Soon enough, his voice came through. "Hello." Truth be told, Dorothy could only vaguely recognize his voice. The last time they had met, she was in a rush to get to the night market, so she hadn't paid much attention to the driver's voice. Their communication since then had been in writing, so hearing his somewhat mature voice out of the blue felt a bit unfamiliar.
"Hello, Mr. Driver." Dorothy greeted him cheerfully. "Are you taking your family to Havenbrook City for a vacation?" "Just me." Traveling alone? Dorothy pulled a face. She was puzzled.
Whenever she was alone, all she wanted to do was space out, sleep, or just lie down.
Perhaps sensing her surprise due to her momentary silence, he spoke again. "A friend of mine is in Havenbrook City. He's interested in developing a ride-hailing app, so I'm going over to check it out.” "Oh?" Now this piqued Dorothy's interest. Perhaps it was just her professional side coming out. "Doesn't Havenbrook City have a ride-hailing app?" "They have the SwiftRide app, but it's not comprehensive, and the coverage isn't wide. Havenbrook City isn't on their priority list for business expansion, so they don't promote there heavily." "True. Havenbrook City has a lot of winding mountain roads, and it's not easy to navigate in the city center. To get more people to use the app, you need more drivers willing to join and then step up the promotion.” Dorothy temporarily forgot that he was asking for travel advice and seriously considered the feasibility of the project.
If she weren't about to move abroad, she would definitely want to get involved.
“You seem to have a good understanding of app development.” Dorothy chuckled. "Not really. They were just my thoughts.” He asked, "Are you interested?" "I'am, but... I'm moving abroad soon and won't be living here anymore, so I'm afraid | can't participate in this project.”
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