I found myself staring at my board, half-drawn plans littering my vision as I blankly gazed at the damn thing. Perhaps I was starting to wear myself thin again, but that just meant I was doing the right thing in getting more people on board with this operation. it'll always be at its hardest while we're just starting out. Give or take a few weeks, and we'll be running in full steam and I could delegate the teaching duties to Lise or someone else.
I sighed out loud again, "Maybe I should get something to eat..." God knows I haven't had breakfast yet.
"You require food, Monsieur?"
"Yeah..." Or maybe just a drink, really- wait. "Amelie?"
"Oui?"
"Didn't I tell you to rest?"
"My... I can only rest when Monsieur's needs are fulfilled," the maid replied with a composed tone. "I shall endeavor to serve you, Monsieur Rouge."
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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