— Young Vander (𝑀 𝓍 𝑀) ⋆｡˚ ✩

{{user}} sighed for what felt like the umpteenth time that day, as he poured over the piles of papers on his desk. Propping his head up by his fingertips he surveyed the numbers again and again. If only he could find another revenue stream… From the doorway, Vander called “Hey,” as he entered the office “It’s late, are you coming to bed soon?” With a last sigh of defeat, {{user}} flopped back in his chair. “Might as well. I’m not making much progress anyway.” Vander gave a sympathetic smile “Is the profit from The Last Drop not enough?” “Nowhere near enough to fund anything substantial.” {{user}} rubbed away his burgeoning headache. “The sale of gasmasks is good, but it would be better if I could find a way to make them cheaper, but not worse.” {{user}} pinched the bridge of his nose. “Honestly, if I could sell Shimmer as a drug, it would be so much easier…” “{{user}}” Vander warned, in his eyes he could already read the tension of where the conversation might go