Edit from fucking 2023: this book is from 2021, I'm not fixinf any of it because it's funny as hell to look back on my writing
COMPLETE(?)//UNDER EDITING// The beginning chapters were written when I was at a younger age, they get longer and assumin...
"Number 18684... sister Krone, we appoint you to be mother of plant four.. I-I'll be a mom?!" Krone questioned as Isabella nodded. "Yes. It just so happens that a position suddenly opened at plant four, I've been pushing your name for a while, so they chose you to fill it,"
"Y-You.. you recommended.. me?"
"Grandma is waiting for you at the gate. Hurry up and pack so you can return to headquarters."
"Wh- I- b— right now..?"
"That's correct. I wish you luck at your new location,"
Krone stared for a moment, clenching her teeth at Isabella's sickening smile.
"What's the matter, aren't you glad?"
"O-Oh, well, of course! I-I'll go get ready!"
Isabella headed off as Krone shut the door, crumbling the letter in her hand. "That woman.. she's trying to get rid of me.. I'm just gonna have to risk it." Krone began packing, before picking up a pen from her suitcase. "I refuse to let this go the way she wants it to."
"Mom! Sister Krone! We're ready to eat!" Phil called out, rushing up to Isabella. "Wheres sister?"
"In her room?" Marnya asked.
"Not quite, she had work to do." Isabella said, kneeling down. "We're fine to start eating without her."
"Huh? Sisters not here," Jemima said as Y/N set her down in her chair.
"Mom said she had to work!" Said Phil, as Ray and Y/N narrowed their eyes, glancing over at Krone's empty chair.
"Thank you for the food." Isabella hummed.
"Thank you for the food!"
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"Thank you, it was delicious!"
Soon enough lunch had been cleaned up, Emma, Norman, Gilda, and Don were outside.
Isabella was in her office.
Y/N was in the nursery, watching the window.
And ray,
Ray was on his way to Isabella's office.
"Are you ready?" Ray asked. "Time to switch stuff out."
Ray and Isabella made their way upstairs, Isabella trailing behind Ray, as Y/N listened to the floorboards creaking below their feet.
