Tempest POV
Tracey arrived today.
"Storm, this is Tracey. I have given her a room on the ground floor, the one that's like a mini apartment." We now have several rooms empty, since Gramps sacked about thirty staff, and we are down to a reasonable level. Each one had been checked out; most had been part of the household for generations. Anyone even slightly looked like being disrespectful, or heard to be, was out, no questions asked. Besides, we have security cameras everywhere, making it easy to verify any claims of misconduct. Still room for more to go, but will see how everyone settles before culling more.
"Welcome to our home. Tempest has said nothing but good things about you." Tracey was shy, especially around men. I have been warned by my therapist of her fear of men, coming from
