With the air growing colder, the tree rustled with a chilling breeze, the days went by fast and the soul day grew closer, only two days away.
Zane's face was soaked with sweat, and his hands were writing with his eyes focused. Today was the last day of exams, and unfortunately, it's Quantum Dynamics and Elental Synthesis were the last exams he had today.
"Not this one…this looks like the answer…I choose B…" His thoughts were flirting back and forth on the right answers. His tense body and overwheld eyes made the equations on the screen seem to blur and rearrange themselves.
He held on until the exams were over, "Crack!!!" His bones cracked into place as he relaxed his body. He slumped on the chair in relief that it was finally over and he was done with this subject.
Why did he start learning in the first place? He thought back to how he first got here and couldn't read out big words, only a little, and he secretly felt like an uneducated man in front of his wife.
Unconsciously, he always wanted to show his best side to his wife and couldn't get over that feeling for a while.
So he thrived on learning, finding ntal satisfaction in discovering new things.
Even if these two subjects were difficult and confusing, he still enjoyed the struggle.
He stood up with a smile on his lips. He went to his painting room; the canvas was filled with half-finished work of a black sand.
He changed into his painting clothes and tapped on the music section.
Sunlight filled the room, warmth radiated from the heater, and a soothing song played softly.
Zane mixed his paint with his long fingers. He dipped the paintbrush and drew a stroke on the painting.
If Cyra was here, she would recognize this painting; it was the desolate lands with an outline of a tent.
Kyle sat in his office, imrsed in his work. As the Soul Days approached, his workload surged, and even with Mira's help, it felt unrelenting. He needed to arrange a location for the soul beast to roam freely on the island without disturbing the quietness of the mansion area.
They decided to hold a celebration party on the island after getting the boss's approval.
He calculated the amount of goods needed for the party, and to replenish hospital dicines supply.
He glanced at the cubic hologram packed with words and numbers and felt a headache forming.
His eyes were already showing signs of nearsightedness due to the gradually losing bond with Blue.
He rubbed between his brows and sighed at the thought of wearing glasses for five days.
His hands moved to his neck, massaging it in place before he focused on the task at hand.
His fingers tapped, connecting to sellers and Mira to get the goods and included other missing supplies for the island.
He can't wait for them to start growing their food and stop buying from the mainland; he won't have to buy many things for the island.
He checked the town market stocks and noticed food supplies were running low. He instructed the staff to restock for the islanders, who relied on their salaries to buy essentials since the island only provided housing.
In a way, the money cycled back into the boss's pocket. Kyle wasn't sure whether the employees truly benefited from the high pay or if the island owner profited more through the inflated prices of goods, justified by transportation costs.
It was no surprise that many employees aid to join the mansion's main staff—where salaries were largely untouched, and expenses were limited to necessities like clothing and personal care.
He was In charge of the store, making sure it was always fully stocked and everything bought was recorded and known to him; maybe that's why Zane uses Viktor's na to buy snacks and junk.
They thought he wouldn't find out. Snorting, he continued typing.
Nicole looked at the people coming and going through the hologram screen. She yawned, her sleepy eyes fixed on the screen.
Her job was to find out what was going on with the increased amount of people coming to the island, but she couldn't find anything suspicious about it; one way or the other, they were related to the island staff or rchants who ca to sell their wares.
But since the butler felt sothing was wrong, she had to seriously check and investigate.
Standing up, she took out blood bags and sipped down on them while searching the other feed for anything suspicious in the other part of the island; she spotted a blind spot where the hidden caras didn't reach and decided to fix it at night.
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