96. THE QUEEN'S GOT IT PART I

Three books hung in the air, moving my face left and right, flipping all three pages when done with them. I had never been this efficient in my life, bending down to write what I had needed from one of the books, it closing and dropping on the floor on its own before a file pushed up, opening with my eyes picking from what I had been jotting and staring at the papers I needed from the files.

My mind complained until it gave up and the pain drifted away, leaving me just doing my work and just enjoying it because I was so absorbed.

I was done with my pile and I was just beginning on Brum’s. The king’s load was the worst, literally a thousand files which had stressed me so much but as of then I was confident I could do it.

The sun had risen some time ago and I tipped my head up, probably time to go check on the pack and start on the children’s house I had wanted to build. I had wanted to ask Conri but since he was gone, I would just go ahead and build it.

I stood up, dusting off my butt.