Praise the Baby Princess! 27

The machine in front of her started whirring. The sound of the metal drum spinning at a 100 mph sounded like a soft gas fissure ready to burst.

"That means the machine is ready," James said as he leaned over. He touched the panel and adjusted the temperature and speed. "All we have to do is wait."

"Then, we can sit down, right?" Avina asked. She rotated her wrist that was exhausted. Not only had it written a stack load of papers, it had also meticulously prepared the project.

James patted Avina's shoulder with a hearty smile. "Yeah, absolutely! You go ahead and rest. I can monitor the project from here."

He pointed at the projet sitting in the metal drum. "At this stage, everything has to be perfect or an explosion may happen."