Jonah pulled his mind back into the present. This was the day that he had to meet with five members of the Phasmastis Curaie. He hoped that the meeting would be quick. He wanted to spend this day at the estate doing a whole lot of nothing.
But that glorious reality had to wait until after the meeting.
He sighed. He was sure that he had to make a good impression. He looked into his closet, and a navy blue polo caught his eye. He grabbed it and hung it on his door. He then grabbed some tan khakis. That outfit ought to get him there and back.
He showered, put on a tank top and loose-fitting boxers, and made sure that his beard was neatly trimmed. Then he headed back to his room, where he found Reena holding his chosen clothes in her hands, surveying them with distaste.
“No,” she said simp
