The beaming light from the windows turns dim as the sky darkens and the moon takes its throne. My head spins with so much information bombarding my brain all at once. My eyes blur with the clashing of hundreds of thousands of words on the pages. And my back and shoulders throb due to the long hours of sitting down with barely any movements. So far, I’ve read a total of eight books - three in Politics, three in Economy and one in History. It sounds like a lot in a day, but I still am not satisfied. I attempt to read one more, but my brain declines every information my eyes are forcing into it.
“Ms. Marguerite, you haven’t eaten a proper meal today,” Rhia says.
I rub my stomach when it suddenly gurgles.
That’s right, I only had a slice of bread and a cup of coffee for lunch. Now, my hun
