After tucking Stella into bed with an extra story and an additional security sweep of her room, I returned to my office to find that the rest of my inner circle had assembled for their evening strategic planning session. The transition from loving father to guild master was becoming easier with practice, though I sometimes wondered if that adaptability was something to be proud of or concerned about.
Rose sat at the conference table with her characteristic poise, her auburn hair catching the room's ambient lighting as she reviewed financial projections on her personal display.
