"I'm beat…"
Ragoni's face fell upon the floor with a resounding thud. Not caring if she was kissing year old dust and dirt, her mouth was fumbling manically. If one were to listen closer, they'd realize it was just her rambling on and on about the recipe of every single bread she knew by memory.
The amount of bread she had baked for the last three days was more than she had ever eaten in her entire life. Her muscles felt like they were burning like the bread in her charred oven.
Having one of the biggest territories didn't help her much in this case.
Not only that everyone was embracing the unknown, they were anxious and afraid of what kind of cruelty that the new director had planned for them.
