Chapter 64: Let There Be Light!
"I bid you welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to Alba’s fashion house. Like all of you, we are partners and business associates of ViTech. Since the headquarters of ViTech is under a lot of pressure for tonight’s event, the banquet will be hosted here in our humble establishment. I, Valentine De Clare, will be your entertainer until my dear friend Miss Vivian Moore joins us. For now, please indulge yourselves in these delicacies we’ve prepared, courtesy of House De Clare."
In the gathering of scientists and bright minds, Valentine spoke to the ladies and gentlemen who gathered on the second floor of Alba’s fashion house on the opposite side of the street from ViTech headquarters. There, Valentine desperately tried to capture the attention of those professors and their spouses with his lightheartedness and small talk while offering them drinks and pastries.
All he needed to do was not let them look through that window in the back. He didn’t know what was going on, but some incident was going on, and if his sharp sight wasn’t fooling him, Vivian was somehow hanging from that strange contraption on top of her building, doing some athletic feat that he never even imagined her to be doing.
Just don’t look that way! He screamed in his mind and still was holding himself from running across the street all the way to Vivian to figure out what the fuck was going on!
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"You said what?" Vivian shouted at Jane as the latter almost jumped back from fear.
"Some core pieces went missing from the circuit. I swear I fixed them up there this morning before we set up the board," Jane replied.
"What time is it now?" Vivian asked.
"Five and a half! We only have 30 minutes left," Jane replied.
Vivian discarded her coat and walked in her trousers, shirt, and vest upstairs to the attic of her building before scaling up the ladder to the roof. Up there, she found a few individuals, including Professor Bellfield, standing and trying to assess the damage.
"Director Vivian, there was a probable flaw in the design," Professor Bellfield said and tried to explain himself to Vivian right away. "A strong gust of wind seemed to have caused this. The wiring couldn’t hold the resistor’s weight, and it was ripped right away."