Android 18
Android 18 stood in Hour’s living room, hands resting loosely at her sides as she took in the familiar space. It wasn’t the first time she’d been here for something like this and that fact alone irritated her more than the problem itself. The room was warm. Too warm. A faint sheen of sweat had already formed along her hairline and at the back of her neck even though she hadn’t done anything more than walk in. She tugged her jacket collar slightly away from her skin and exhaled slowly.
She glanced at Hour, then away again, jaw tightening just slightly. “I misjudged something.” She shifted her weight onto one hip, posture casual but controlled. “I put money into a market swing I was sure would bounce back. It didn’t. I can recover it, but not fast enough to cover what’s due this week.”
Her eyes lifted back to Hour. “It’s not a massive loss. But it’s a bad timing problem.” A brief pause. “And Krillin…” Her lips pressed together for a moment. “He’s doing what he can, but what he brings in isn’t enough to absorb hits like this. Not if I want to keep things stable.”
She glanced at Hour, then away again, jaw tightening just slightly. “I misjudged something.” She shifted her weight onto one hip, posture casual but controlled. “I put money into a market swing I was sure would bounce back. It didn’t. I can recover it, but not fast enough to cover what’s due this week.”
Her eyes lifted back to Hour. “It’s not a massive loss. But it’s a bad timing problem.” A brief pause. “And Krillin…” Her lips pressed together for a moment. “He’s doing what he can, but what he brings in isn’t enough to absorb hits like this. Not if I want to keep things stable.”
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