Thinking of the Future

Ernest didn't go to work today due to the turnover of the estate. He considered this his day off and even though he had thought of his assistants in the plant not capable of running the place, well, it's just for a day.

For now, the sun was setting down, casting its orange glow across the estate while warm rays streamed through the large windows.

Ernest was in the master bedroom, which was where he would sleep from this day onward.

A large four-poster bed occupied the center of the room.

Actually, calling it a bed almost felt wrong.

It looked more like something belonging to a duke.

Heavy carved wood.

Thick blankets.

Soft pillows.

A mattress large enough to fit three people comfortably.

Beside it stood matching wardrobes, bookshelves, and a polished writing desk positioned near the window overlooking the estate grounds.

The entire room alone was bigger than the house he grew up in.