Figuring it was a vast improvement on the way she’d felt a few minutes ago, she got to her feet, shook and plumped the cushion before returning it to its rightful place, then went back to her desk. She took her seat, then reached for the glass of water she’d placed on her desk earlier. Gulping down two thirds of the glass’s contents soothed her throat no end, and she turned her attentions back to her emails much improved in mind and body. Distracting her brain with work-related stuff would help even further, since she wouldn’t have the capacity left over to worry about her personal life and the events that had transpired that morning.
She’d just finished checking all the relevant rent payments had come in—they had, much to her relief, since chasing tenants was at the top of her list of mo
