Not everyday was spent in the office filling out paperwork. There was the surveying of just how smoothly Saffron City, in general, ran. It would take a few more years, but it was a testament to her determination just how ahead of schedule her planning was--adding the use of psychic pokemon to the construction crew did move things along quite quickly, persuading them to assist was the only tricky part. Several buildings were already produced and flourishing, paying back the cost of construction and soon the costs of the others.
The golden city was making a comeback from the destruction that occurred during the war, and Sabrina smirked in approval as she listened to the extent of just how far they've gone from a local civil engineer.
Whoever said she couldn't have Saffron and be a known and active member of Team Rocket?
masaratown started following you.
After listening to a few reports from a few more people she'd passed along her way, the psychic sensed something rather curious tailing after her. It was a familiar but different presence, one unrefined and younger than she'd met before, made itself known. She turned around to face them, and, yet again, she was met with that red and white cap.
"How long are you going to continue following me?" She spoke seriously. A part of her was mildly annoyed to have gained a tag-a-long during this particular outing. The psychic had actually been content indulging in her rather productive walk through her city on her own.
