392 Another One

"We have been selected for the project," Mr. Ong said, merrily spinning around his chair while playing with a zygote-shaped stress ball. 

Yes, a zygote-shaped stress ball. 

Jay bowed his head with a smile. 

"Thank you, sir. I will relay this to the members," he said. 

"How are they doing, by the way?" Mr. Ong asked. 

"They're doing okay," Jay said. "They seem pretty tired with all the work they had to do for the past week, but they're coping well." 

"Good," Mr. Ong said, still playing with his stress ball, now tossing it high in the air.

"And how's their center doing?" 

"He's still in the hospital, sir," Jay responded. "I visited him yesterday, and he seemed to be recovering well. The doctor also said he's recovering faster than the average person." 

"That's nice," Mr. Ong chimed. 

Jay cleared his throat. "This project—how do we go with it while June is still in the hospital?"