From that day on, Woody Warren noticed that Paige Summers had changed.
After receiving the list of required items, Marcus Monroe delivered everything that very morning.
The hardest woods, resilient bands, rare alloys... In short, every single item was of the highest quality.
Staring at the room, now filled to the brim, Paige Summers began to work day and night.
This level of intensity was incomparable to her time at the furniture store. She compressed her time for eating and talking to the bare minimum. It was as if she couldn't bear to leave her room for a single second, driven by a profound sense of urgency.
Woody Warren was crestfallen.
He was nominally Paige Summers's master, but in reality, he could do nothing but watch from the sidelines.
His sense of failure was so overwhelming that even the wine Marcus Monroe had thoughtfully sent over no longer tasted good.
