"Tom! Like a bad penny, you keep turning up. I suppose you want a story?" Yes, please, Governor. My prospective new employer expects me to keep sharp....I am told that there is a special meeting for the children today."Bob swung his head to look at the mechanoid, querulously. "Mother Narech? Did The Personalia have anything to do with this?"She looked him in the eye, then said, "Is that a fair question, Governor? I am a mere minion, and surely cannot be privy to what my manufacturers are up. Those meetings and the search for an office site was how we spent the first week.You guessed it, I loved Ed's old office and wanted one just like it. I sent Sylvia out to look everyday after our meetings with vendors and contract people. Her job was to just ride around and document any building for sale that looked about the size of Lucas's office building. While she was at it, she kept a list of all commercial builds that might be of interest in my redevelopment schemes.Of course I introduced. The place was buzzing as forty-four football players moved into their homes-away-from-home for the next nine months.I grabbed a luggage cart and loaded it with my things before pushing it to my apartment. Virtually every player greeted me with a hearty, "Hey, Coach, welcome back," "Hey, there's our hero," or something similar. I acknowledged everyone as I headed for Apartment 12.I parked the cart by my door and picked up the first box. I literally bumped into Damian in the doorway as I tried to. She felt like everyone was looking at her. She quickly paid for the book and hurried out of the store like a pre-teen girl buying her first romance novel.It was after nine when she finally got all her chores done and had a chance to relax. She got a glass of wine, ran herself a bubble bath and lit some fragrant candles. A moan escaped her lips as she sunk down in the warm bath water. She laid her head back and went over the events of the day. She hadn't dared let herself dwell on what had.