"The candidates have been provisionally decided. Tell me about your plan. The vault doors at Gringotts won't be easy to open. Never mind the countless complicated obstacles between Gringotts' entrance and the vault doors—even Gringotts' vault door security mechanism has never been successfully cracked. A Goblin holding a key has to touch the door before the vault can be opened."
Standing before the whiteboard with his back to Aisling, Roy rubbed his chin, tore the calendar off the board, and tossed it back onto his desk.
With a snap, Roy flicked his fingers. A rather crude plan diagram immediately appeared on the previously blank whiteboard. Aisling narrowed her eyes and carefully studied the design Roy had drawn up in advance. Then she frowned, only to break into a relieved smile moments later.
"What do you think?"
Not wanting Roy's drawing to further contaminate her mind, Aisling turned her gaze away and sighed helplessly.
"I mean, who could understand something drawn like this?"
Roy immediately frowned at Aisling's words.
"How can you not understand it? This is how we doctors write medical records. Didn't you ever go to a hospital when you were little? Compared to the signatures doctors put on medical charts, mine is already neat."
"Neat my ass."
Aisling grumbled inwardly. Her lips moved slightly, but in the end, she did not spit out the profanity she wanted to say.
"Fine, fine. Let me show you the optimized paper version."
Roy bent down and rummaged through the storage box he had brought for a long time, scattering all sorts of documents across the floor. After searching through the mess for quite a while, he finally pulled a stack of brand-new documents from the bottom of the box and slid the neatly copied papers across the smooth tabletop toward Aisling.