Chapter 972

"It's time for lunch. Let's go, Naomi," said Harold, who was the one sitting closest to her. The studio served lunch every day at the cafeteria, and seeing as it was already noon, it was time for lunch. However, Naomi had been so immersed in her work that she did not even notice the time. When she heard Harold calling out for her, she paused, then glanced out the window. The entire studio had been vacated, and the throngs of tourists had already left. "Okay, Harold," she replied as she put down her tools, removed her uniform, and followed him out the door. The cafeteria was on the other side of the building, but it was only about a two-minute walk. Harold turned to her as they made their way toward the cafeteria. "So how are things? Have you settled everything you needed to?" "Yes, Harold. Thanks for asking." Harold nodded. "We had a meeting the other day while you were gone to discuss plans for the Herland exhibition." Naomi was not at all surprised to hear this. They had b