"Your father's men are moving fast…" I admitted in a defeated, exasperated voice as I watched Claire's shop being practically dismantled on the spot.
Not the building itself, obviously, given how she rented or owned merely a single business location over the entire thing, but everything that made this place into Claire's shop was now either fully disassembled or outright gone.
'There goes my source of inspiration,' I thought, struggling to believe how quick some things could happen.
It wasn't even a day since when I started to live with Claire. In fact, with the plan now safe in my head, we ventured out to get some fresh air so that I could work out the finer details of my ideas.
As one could expect, Claire's shop was the first place I wanted to visit, given the variety of various parts and tools that could give me the inspiration necessary to give my plans a solid form of a proper concept.
