[Ending]

Usually, Fathia is the laziest when it comes to visiting the Energy Building. Besides her own trauma, it reminds her of her responsibilities. Seriously. It's not that she doesn't want to be responsible. But the world behind the desk with lots of reports around it, that's not her at all. She prefers to wrestle with various flowers and fertilizers and soil.

Arranging artificial flowers into a beautiful and elegant bouquet for an event. Also, fresh flowers as a lovely bouquet to be given as a gift to someone.

That's what she enjoys.

However, if it weren't for an emergency call that Fathia couldn't avoid, she wouldn't be strolling here. Wearing five-inch heels to enhance her semi-formal look, she walks confidently. A semi-flannel pink shirt with blue stripes paired with well-fitted jeans. Her long hair is wavy. Her makeup remains natural because Fathia herself doesn't like her face being too heavily made up.

The rhythmic sound of her heels echoes as she heads