Inside the control room of the White Pearl, Darla sat at a desk, staring seriously at the glowing projections in front of her. Countless numbers and item lists scrolled across the document.
"Hmm... we really bought a lot from the Red Dragon Boat," Darla muttered, rubbing her temples. "Miss Serena, draft all these into the official records."
A projection shimmered to life beside her. Serena, a green-haired girl in a holographic appeared and smiled. "Yes, Darla."
With a graceful wave of her hand, all the floating texts instantly rearranged themselves into neat charts and tables.
"Done."
Darla nodded in satisfaction. "Perfect."
Just then, a maid approached, balancing a tray in her hands. "Here's your coffee, Miss Darla."
