‘You look tired,’ she observed sympathetically. ‘It was a long flight, and it’ll probably take me a couple of days to get back to normal again...’ he shrugged his shoulders dismissively. He strolled over to Marcus’s desk and sat in the chair tiredly. ‘I dropped Mrs Rogers off, on my way in… I don’t think you can expect her back until after the weekend though — she looked exhausted, poor thing.’ He paused for a moment before looking directly at her. ‘Has there been any word on A… Marcus’s father?’. Elspeth actively enjoyed the dance of the many, sometimes competing, interests in Cloudrest. I left things to her while I went back to Concord. There, once again, I was confronted by a problem. I had several very good order takers on site, but no order givers. In The Devil wore Prada, Miranda Priestly gave orders with a wince, a frown, a pursing of the lips. I may have worn Prada, but Miranda Priestly was no role model of mine. Instead, I looked for someone with the drive and gumption I needed. Alistair stood up from the bed and Mr Chin walked over to him and pulledup his now soiled panties. "Very good, now Guan will take you to thebaths."He had just noticed the servant had been sitting on the bed with him thewhole time. She led him to a massive bath which he thought could havebeen a backyard swimming pool back home. She attempted to remove hispanties but he shook his head and stepped into the bath. She quicklyundressed and joined him and began to wash him down.Another servant. Lady Howard continued to look at her fingers and then wiped them in Clarisse's hair. Abruptly, she snatched the choke chain and forced her slave's head up to mouth level. Reaching down she gently kissed her slave on the lips. Then just as abruptly, Lady Howard threw down the chain, kicked Clarisse and wriggled her fingers in dismissal. Clarisse crawled on her knees to the side of her Mistress' chair and remained on her knees, legs spread, head down, hands on thighs, awaiting further orders. She.