"…I'll take you to the very same resource warehouses." She repeated it deliberately.
Morgana pushed the door open with a firm motion, the hinges creaking softly as she stepped through, pulling Emily along with her at a brisk, purposeful pace. "Do you remember exactly what you want?"
"Of course I do—every detail, engraved in my memory," Emily replied, clearly surprised. "I also have detailed written lists of everything, item by item," she added after a brief pause. "But… what exactly are you planning to do?"
"Just take those lists out," Morgana replied, her lips curling into a broad, confident smile. "Honestly, girl, I thought you'd committed some massive mistake, or that the funds had been stolen somehow. But it turns out you simply don't know who to buy from?" She chuckled lightly. "Hehe, that's actually incredibly easy to fix."
