Editing HEAVY OBJECT:Volume17 Chapter 3 (section)

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She was like a dried-out husk.

Lendy Farolito stood stock still.

“…”

“Hello?”

The ringlet curls Pilot Elite waved a small hand in the silver-haired brown-skinned commander’s face, but she remained motionless. Nothing could get her to move right now.

“Th-the underground bank for rare earths – ha, ha ha – went out of business? It went broke???”

“Oh, dear. And wait a moment. Didn’t you use tax money for that Immortanoid business?”

She had been accepting jobs where she took money from people in unstable countries and regions and converted it into precious metals like Immortanoid. The idea had been to make money off of the commissions. But if she could not convert the money as promised, she was in violation of contract.

And whatever money was lost in the process would have to be paid from her own pocket when returning it to the original owner. Along with a contract violation fee.

The introductory section of the bank’s webpage had the following written in fine print at the very bottom:

*This service does not 100% guarantee profit. Be aware that there is always a risk of making back only a fraction of your principal☆

“M-my Caribbean vacation.”

With their budget gone, there was nothing she could do.

So what would become of their New Year’s leave that was meant to make up for spending Christmas on a concert designed to improve the military’s image?

“My Caribbean vacatiooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooon!!!!!!”

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