Luna rested her hands on the large table that stretched across the conference room, leaning forward as her employees gave her their report.
“Our properties at Atlanta, Macon and Augusta have been thoroughly checked. No signs of gas leaks, bad wiring, tampered cameras or a break-in,” the manager concluded wearily, stemming from the fatigue of checking buildings day after day.
With her eyes closed, Luna nodded in satisfaction, “Mmm, what about those in Bronswell and Dahlonega?”
The manager seemed to know that she would ask that question as his lips curled up into a small smile. “Everything’s in order ma'am.”
Luna pinched her eyes–an action she did whenever she was tired or frustrated–and let out a sigh, “You all have done a great job. Considering how hard you've all been working, our c
