The next day started out just as the last. Shower, breakfast, and work.
Part of me was starting to feel a little bit of guilt again, since it was as though I was keeping Roman from his own definition of normal. And after all, he couldn't exactly effectively run his company from home.
That one day I had gone to work with him made me all too aware of how busy he really was. Calling into his meetings wouldn't have the same effect as being there.
Still, he was a grown man, and if he wanted to work from home, I wasn't in the position to tell him otherwise.
Even after just a couple days in the house, I was feeling that same sort of stir-craziness I had before. While I knew that we had guards and I could likely go out if I needed to, I didn't want to. It was still too new, and the thought alone gave me chills of anxiety. I hoped that, in a few days, things would feel better and I could at least go out if I needed to.
