“A Bet” - I

In the lounge, Ansel caressed Seraphina's head as he gazed through the window at the workshop's production line below.

"According to Mr. Hendrik's report, the output of the Synthesizers has reached five hundred units per day. Should we overcome the limitations of materials and manpower, this output could potentially increase by another fifty percent."

Standing behind the sofa with a clipboard in hand, Marlina reported in a gentle voice to Ansel, "Mr. Ansel, shall we distribute the first batch of Synthesizers throughout our domain?"

Ansel, who was lightly scratching the chin of the young wolf lady resting on his lap, chuckled amidst her contented purring, "Proceed with the arrangements; someone will liaise with you on this."