It will be another week of housekeeping. Alvin was kind enough to say it was no big deal. He said the mart was flourishing, and I don't have to worry about anything. With how things were going, I would have to think about a bonus or some incentive. Ponder.
Also, Arabella was brave enough to stay in the packhouse. Fortunately, her situation didn't spread and only stayed in the conference room. The Alphas, Lunas and Betas were also discreet with their concern for Arabella. They either wish her well, or wish her a good day.
Today was supposed to be my rest day. Mia had no problem manning the first floor of the house, loving it, and didn't want to have the day-off. Dahlia, offered to fill in for me. So, here I am, in the middle of the meadow, again, staring at the vast land. Thinking about the deadly concoction, and of course, Atlas.
"What are you doing here?"
