Tani sat on the floor in the front room of what would eventually become her office. The leftover pieces of furniture from when it had been a storage room had been shoved against the walls, and a small section of floor mostly cleaned of all the dust and grime that had accumulated from disuse. Papers and ledgers were arranged in a circle around her, and she split her time between them, making careful notations as she did so. She paused only when five envelopes had been stuffed and sealed, names written across the front in ornate calligraphy. She stared at them; one had her own name, and it was a strange feeling. She touched the bandage beneath her loose-fitting shirt, and shook her head.
She collected the items she'd had sent over: a tray, a tea set, and a pitcher filled with good water, as well as a little packet of leaves. Taking up one of the envelopes, she put it on the tray and pushed out of the room, locking it behind her. It was a short trip to Isabelle's room, even from the back of the company's house to its front, and she took a deep breath before knocking.
The woman should be in. Tani wasn't sure what she hoped more for: her knock to go unanswered, or for Isabelle to open the door.
She collected the items she'd had sent over: a tray, a tea set, and a pitcher filled with good water, as well as a little packet of leaves. Taking up one of the envelopes, she put it on the tray and pushed out of the room, locking it behind her. It was a short trip to Isabelle's room, even from the back of the company's house to its front, and she took a deep breath before knocking.
The woman should be in. Tani wasn't sure what she hoped more for: her knock to go unanswered, or for Isabelle to open the door.
Precise. ⚜ Vivacious. ⚜ Wicked.
