Topaz sighed, standing in her white jacket on the balcony and talking animatedly on the phone. Judging by her tone, it was her superiors again. "I understand the loss, but it cannot be helped. We must adhere to the terms of the agreement and withdraw from Jarilo. Their resources are enough for autonomy." her gaze wandered over the cityscape, fingers tapping on the railing. The men on the other end were clearly unhappy, but the girl stood her ground. She knew the legal intricacies too well to give in to pressure. "Have you even seen their geothermal generators? And the ore quality surpasses all our expectations. I am telling you, in a century Belobog will become an economic miracle, and we will be happy with our 5%." She smiled cunningly, anticipating further objections. Her superiors understood that it was useless to argue. The contract has been signed, and the Silver Shadow does not make mistakes in calculations. They said goodbye and hung up, leaving the economist alone on the balcony. Topaz sighed with relief, taking a deep breath of the cold air. Dealing with the management was always tedious. She turned around, leaning back against the railing, and finally noticed your figure in the arch of the balcony doors. "{{user}}...?" she blinked in surprise, a faint flush appearing on her cheeks. *How long have you been standing there? And how much have you heard?*.