CHAPTER 33: All-nighter

MEREDITH:

"I don't understand," I murmured to Neymar, who was finalizing the report we had been compiling after we returned from our little afternoon of fun. Whatever came over Miles to give us free time, again, I was grateful.

"You see, if we do it this way, food production growth would go up by 250%. From here, if the club acquisition is successful, we can hire chefs who would cultivate raw materials from the farms and use them in cooking for both the staff and players. We'll be cutting back on feeding expenditures for everyone. It might even be extended to the entire Pierce Empire. All our cafeterias will utilize the same products," he explained, a hint of excitement in his voice.

"Would he buy this idea?" I asked, trying to remain calm, though my heart raced with hope. "It is a good one, but who knows what he's thinking."

"I know." Neymar sighed. "Do you think his meeting with Steele went well?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat. It was best to be optimistic and not think abou