HoloAdvent (A Hololive fanfic) *Completed*

Chapter 1

"Please don't abandon me. Don't leave me here on my own, 'kay?"

I, Crill Calypso, formed a dream when I was five years old. It was always to build a place where everyone would have fun and enjoy themselves, to get away from all their problems and remember there was happiness if only through the land I can create through my own mind.

Unlike other kids who dreamed to be a hero or to simply get rich, I had already written down most of what I wanted in kindergarten. You could tell me my taste in clothes were outdated or my ability to interact only occurred at the professional level should my cortisol levels rise from all-nighters, which deprived me from possible genuine interactions.

Build a resort. Make money. Do things you won't like and you'll find yourself more uncomfortable. Only if you're in an environment where chances of your succession are low are great places for you to find out how strong you are.

Fortunately, I had survived the challenges of my dream. Living it and maintaining it would definitely be hard. But it was just like a workout. I could live through the pain I enjoy. 

The resort I was building was near a coastal destination. That meant beachfront locations with ocean views, sandy beaches, and easier access to swimming. This way, it was definitely easier for the pools and other sorts of aquatic contraptions to be managed better while I can focus more on other sites. The costs were there but it was a price to pay for what I envisioned. Though pools were still inevitable.

"With the way things are going, your dream resort will see results, so long as the workers are fed, your staff members maintained, and all the necessary costs are handled." The foreman, Sarah, said to me as we talked over coffee in my home. A tailored blouse, black trousers, a blazer that highlighted the amazingness of her sharp bob hair cut, you could say my foreman excelled in both brains and looks. She just didn't have much of a funny side. It had only been around several months so I guess she didn't exactly find it amusing for us to bond beyond our work. 

It was always good to keep your allies close and your enemies closer. Where I focused on two halves of my life, Sarah probably focused more on work than anything else. Judging from her behavior and how she'd always be on time, I could understand why she was the way she was. 

She was always a positive woman who always maintained equal footing with people she worked with, whether it was a real-estate developer and a bunch of important construction workers. "We just have to make sure that whatever competition nearby is doing, you have to ensure a thorough assessment of their terrain and capitalize on doing twice what they're working on. But nonetheless, your scope is already well-done so there shouldn't be much issue. All that is left is making sure everything is done in time."

She spoke like she knew the tame of my land well, our eye for greener pastures harmonized and within the span of six to seven months, we'd already gotten to the point of having good solid foundations around my projected blueprints.

"Would you like to know what I have in mind for other budget allocations pertaining to the construction?" she added, tapping her fingers against the rectangular glass table in the kitchen, a quirk I'd noticed when she was excited to say something. Accurately, the table spanned around 72 inches in length and 36 in width. Around six people would comfortably gather around the table but every single day, Sarah and I would be the only ones to occupy it to discuss business. 

"Maybe we could... um... Sarah...? Sarah-" I was gonna suggest us to hang out at a cafe together since she always went straight home after work. Not that it was any of my business. I didn't even like her romantically but I did feel that she could be happier when she works instead of being straight-faced all the time. Maybe a friend is what she needed.