Aristia turned around and picked up the book again. This time, writing a new goal.
"This one might take some time." She muttered as she closed the book and returned it to its original position in her drawer. "But I'll need someone to help me manage my business, something like an assistant. I wonder where I could find someone suitable and efficient."
At times like this, she missed her assistant, Owen.
[He was both efficient and proficient in his work, devoted to his work, intelligent, smart, witty, and had both a face and body that made women swoon. I can't think of a time girls did not try to harass him, he was indeed very handso— enough with the thoughts of the assistant, Aristia. You have a Royal family to visit.] She chided herself mentally as she left the room. It was time to leave for the palace.
Together, the family of four got into the carriage and headed to the Royal Palace.
