Colemenoport
Wayfarer
Padi sat back in her chair and closed her eyes.
She had sourced the fruit-and-nut bars, and ordered a sampler pack, answered her mail, and sent the master trader a note, desiring to know what he would like her to do for him.
The answer to that note had just come back.
Take the rest of the day off.
Really, it was unprecedented. Perhaps her eyesight was suffering under the assault of too much cake.
She opened her eyes.
There on the screen, the master trader’s message, wonderfully brief.
Take the rest of the day off.
One did not write to master traders and ask if they were feeling quite themselves. One assumed that the master trader understood the meaning of his words.
Take the rest of the day off.
Padi took a deep breath and opened the desk drawer where she kept her stationery.