The sun shone brightly in the morning, sitting about 30 degrees above the horizon and rising higher bit by bit. However, much of its light was blocked by the thick winter clouds. The temperature had been dropping steadily every day, and Reeva wouldn't be surprised if the snow began to fall soon.
"Master, we're about to leave," Hilda said from behind him, wrapped in a fur coat over her usual maid outfit.
Reeva glanced back at her and replied, "Can't I enjoy this view a little longer?"
With that, he turned again to gaze at the ocean, which was beginning to freeze over from the biting cold. Soon, sailboats would struggle to cross the waters, and most businesses would grind to a halt. But his burger joint? That would survive, especially in the hands of Jenny.
That woman wasn't the best, but her loyalty was enough to trust her with the business—at least enough to motivate her with a 40% share.
"We could, but the priest wouldn't like that," Hilda added.
