During the day, Gael had to work, as usual, so he was cooped up in his office upstairs while Angela was inspired to write her next book. If she could work on it daily—even for just a couple of hours per day for a month, she'd be able to release the new one in less than two months. Gael gave her the guest room to use as an office where she could write peacefully without disturbances.
By the time the clock struck at eleven in the morning, she was done for the day. Stretching her arms up, her spine cracked satisfyingly, making her let out a sigh.
Angela thought she'd go check up on Gael and ask him what he wanted for lunch so she could order in for them. However, her phone rang before she could step out of the room and when she saw that it was the real estate agent in Mayne calling, she picked it up right away and closed the door again.
