Chapter Twenty-One
Kristin sat on her low chair at Shepard’s shoulder while he pored over the Motoko account amendments. He hadn’t permitted her to do anything constructive, and from her sunken position she was unable to see the computer screen so she sat quietly, as if she was a schoolgirl waiting for her father to finish work.
She desperately wanted to gain access to the company network, so she risked speaking without permission.
“Master, I haven’t checked my e-mails. May I do some work in my office?”
Shepard glanced at her, irritably.
“No you may not. I’ll check them for you later.”
“But Master,” she persisted. “If I don’t do any work soon, Brian will wonder what is going on.”
Kristin had assumed that Shepard would try to maintain some sort of normalcy in front of Brian and the
