The servants brought in her favorite seat far too slowly for her liking. Miga sent out a leg to topple the nearby slave. "Hurry up. I don't want to stand in this cramped environment for long!" Just looking around at the packed supplies so close to her gave her a minor sense of claustrophobia, it was so different from her standard living situation, even when she needed to meet the lessers, that a feeling of being trapped bubbled up in her.
"That woman better not mess with me. All of the chaos is likely to cause the CEO to call off the assessment entirely." She muttered to herself, resting her abdomen on the seat once it was finally put into position.
When she heard the door to the storage room open up again, her eyes immediately scanned the area to find her… prospective servant would be the best word for it. For whatever reason, they had decided to enter under her banner under a-
