"I'm curious," he admitted.
"Great! Let me know when you want to come. I'll send you a formal invitation."
"Unfortunately, I'm tied up at the moment. I still have tasks to finish."
"Tasks?" she asked, her interest sharpening.
"I have ongoing contracts to fulfill," Gin replied.
Her eyes gleamed with amusement. "You work hard, don't you? With those shields of yours, I imagine you're making quite a fortune. You must hold a significant stake in that business."
Gin gave a wry chuckle. "No matter how much you earn, expenses pile up faster than you'd expect."
"True enough," Kyrie agreed with a sigh.
"Unless you're born into wealth like I was, it's hard to escape financial burdens. Then again, even I'm bound by my family."
Though she mentioned her obligations, there was no bitterness in her voice—only quiet acceptance, perhaps even satisfaction.
"Let's coordinate schedules later," she continued. "Owen probably won't stay silent about this, so I'll need to inform him in advance."
