Misty lay back on the couch, eyes closed. She could hear Jay and Kason rustling next to her. Back when she was working in her old life, there would be times she would be overwhelmed with all the projects and tasks she was required to do. Taking a moment to pause and empty her mind was one of the ways she kept herself from becoming too stressed.
Inviting the refugees to the estate to work was a monumental task. Misty wondered just how many job openings there were at the estate. She cracked her eyes open and looked around the room. The study seemed to be relatively cleaned up, but she knew that the library had dust all over. Was anyone else working at the estate besides Chez?
