The others were polite, but Leena hadn’t made any effort to get to know them. What was the point, if her Seeking was going to send her in a differen... direction as soon as they arrived in Nysa? She felt guilty about lying to them, but they could always hire another cook—probably someone better suited for the task.That was at least a week and a half away, though. For now, the job would provide her with free passage across the sea. Once they arrived, she’d try Seeking again so she could figure out. But hopefully, with my final interview tomorrow, I get the job and I get my life on track and under control.Or at least, that was the plan.I woke up late, my phone having died in the middle of the night cause, like the idiot I am, I forgot to charge it.Skipping breakfast I rushed to get ready; showered, hair dried and brushed into my usual cute bob, bit of light make up, bra on to stop my girls bouncing around too much, shirt, skirt, jacket, bag, shoes and out the door only just on time.Rushing. I left her office and went home, hoping the weekend to relax would ease things. Monday came round and once again I got up late. I rushed around and was only 5 minutes late in the end but as soon as I got into work, there she was waiting. “Come to my office,” she told me and walks to her office, I follow behind slowly with my head down. We get to her office and she waits for me to get inside and closes the door behind us, her office being out the way from the rest of the building. I sat down. Some months later we were on holiday and I peered through the keyhole in her bedroom and watched her removing her pyjama top showing me pert tits with light pink nipples and tiny areoles. Her body was turned so I watched the profile view of her tits bounce slightly as she moved before bending down to put a bra on. They hung down firmly as I pictured myself squeezing them.Frustratingly it was years before I got to see anything decent again. Another holiday success; we arrived after a long flight.