"Lady Monica."
"Professor Carl?"
"It's me."
"Calling me at this hour, is there something important?"
You could hear the laziness in Monica's voice over the phone, as if she had been woken from a deep sleep.
Carl glanced out the window.
The sunlight was bright.
But for vampires, this kind of weather is probably only suitable for staying home and sleeping.
Speaking of which...
Monica was also out yesterday during the day, although she seemed listless. What's going on?
Could there be vampires who aren't afraid of sunlight?
"It's a small matter."
Carl spoke:
"Some data from the lab needs authorization from the BHP Group, could you help with that?"
"Hmm..." A rustling sound came over the phone:
"Just a moment."
Shortly after.
"Alright, just reset the password on your end, and don't forget to inform the group of the password later."
"Okay."
Hanging up the phone, Carl didn't rush to look at the data on the computer but headed inside the lab.
"Beep..."
