Chapter 181


    Mirabe’sputer desktop was a model of minimalism, sporting a scant collection of apps. She


    clicked on an icon resembling a dewdrop, and immediately, a login box sprang up.


    Entering a string of credentials, she hit the enter key, and a chat interface popped up, looking not much


    different from the usual messaging tools,


    No sooner had she logged in than a little leaf icon at the corner of the page began to flicker rapidly


    someone was looking for her.


    Casting a brief nce at the notification, Mirabe opened the settings and switched to ‘Do Not Disturb‘


    mode without hesitation.


    She skimmed through the messages from people, who were concerned about why she had been off


    the radar for over a year, but she didn’t bother replying to any of them.


    Instead, she went straight to a group chat in her list. The group wasn’trge, just about two dozen


    members, and about half of them were online, engaged in lively conversation.


    Mirabe didn’t bother scrolling through the chat history; her fingers danced across the keys as she


    typed.


    The Pill: Anyone here dealt with Sce Sterntely?


    The group’s members were from all corners of the globe, their identities shrouded in mystery. dealing in


    goods that ordinary people wouldn’te across.


    The lively chatter came to an abrupt halt at the sudden appearance of “The Pill.” It was as if they had


    all been struck mute, and the chat fell silent for a long moment.


    Watching the screen, which seemed to have frozen in time, Mirabe blinked in surprise. Over al year


    had passed, and was she already forgotten?


    After a brief pause, her fingers tapped out another message.


    The Pill: Hello?


    As the question mark hit the chat, the stunned crowd seemed to shap out of their trance.


    Sky’s the Limit: Holy smokes, Pill dude, you’ve finally resurfaced!


    Get Rich or Die Trying: Thought I was seeing things. But nope, it’s for real.


    No Stealing My Meds: A VIP entrance for the big boss, nothing less for


    you


    lot.


    Admission Fee: One Billion: Good thing I didn’t hit the sack yet, or I’d be kicking myself forever!


    Mirabe watched as the group wentpletely off–topic and rubbed her temple in mild frustration.


    Chapter 181


    The Pill: So, can anyone answer my first question?


    No Stealing My Meds: I don’t have Sce Stem. I have only ever heard of it in whispers.


    Get Rich or Die Trying: I’m just a humble rat poison salesman. Sce Stem? That’s way out of my


    league.


    Sky’s the Limit: The number of chemists who can whip up a batch of Sce Stem must be few and far


    between these days, let alone sell it.


    Mirabe closed the chat without further ado since the group had no leads on Sce Stem. A short


    whileter, her avatar lit up with a private message. It was from “No Stealing My Meds,” an old


    acquaintance with whom she’d always had a decent rapport.


    No Stealing My Meds: Pill, you were asking about Sce Stem. Is something up?


    The Pill: Just found traces of it in a friend, unexpected.


    No Stealing My Meds: Few can make that stuff. Tell you what, I’ll ask around. I’ve got some pals in the


    Guild.


    The Pill: Thanks, much appreciated!


    Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    No Stealing My Meds: No sweat. Can I get your contact deets?


    After a moment’s thought, Mirabe sent over her Messenger handle. Soon enough, her Messenger


    pinged with a new contact request, which she promptly epted. Then, as if by unspoken agreement,


    neither delved into idle chatter.


    Mirabe shut down herputer, stood up, and approached her wardrobe, retrieving a suitcase she


    had brought to the Davis household.