"Hopefully if it happens again, people will have the sense to work together and not go running about higldy pigldy." She shook her head. This why she never worked with anyone else. Too many ways for things to go hopelessly wrong. "Hopefully, it won't happen again at all."

"Is that what they say?" She shrugged. "Mine was plush, pampered, and as boring as watching paint dry. It was always out of my control as well. A gilded cage that makes this place look like a slum."