Phoebe heard Fifteen's low voice and watched the side profile of the little girl, smiling slightly.
Outside the door, soft footsteps were heard, and soon the door was pushed open, and Ivana Bennett stepped in.
Phoebe and Fifteen turned their heads simultaneously to see Ivana, and Fifteen spoke with a smile.
"We just fed her milk and changed her diaper."
Ivana walked over, looking at her peacefully sleeping daughter.
"I'll make arrangements, we'll start right away." She looked up at the two, "I'll count on you both for the next period."
Fifteen glanced at the little guy in the cradle, "It's my honor."
Phoebe just nodded to her; their friendship needed no more courtesy.
Ivana checked her watch, made a call to her subordinate at the hospital to confirm everything was ready, and then lowered her right hand.
"Let's begin!"
"Alright." Phoebe straightened up, "Then we'll be off. Fifteen, let's go!"
Fifteen responded, nodded to Ivana, and left the room with Phoebe.
