There's something awe-inspiring about the art of feng shui. The way color and orientation can affect the flow of one's home and alter overall perception is captivating to say the least. Like wind, something must be able to flow freely, very much like air. Which is actually the namesake of the art. "Feng -Shui" directly means "wind-water," and for both of them; flowing is an essential act. It's meticulous, but the end result is absolutely worth it. "
We'd been hired by Nook's Homes with a special purpose. That is, Lottie and I. We were the best in the game right now. With numerous awards from the HRA and flawless records, there was nobody better than us. And since the real estate boom in late 2013, there was quite the demand. The rich were too busy to attend to their homes, so they wanted people to do it for them. That's where we came in. Nook and Lyle were businessmen, not artists. And I'm still not sure if I should really be calling Lyle a businessman so to speak, more along the lines of a con man. But I mean, the HRA liked him enough. He had managed to weasel his way in I guess.
"zzZzht.... zzZZZht." The faint buzzing of the intercom piqued my attention finally. I had been too caught up in my own world that I had nearly nodded off. Lyle was probably quite irked with me by now, or by whenever because I really don't know how long he'd been calling me. With a sigh, I pressed the little red button on my intercom.
"Indigo... INDIGO! You've got a client!" "I take it Lottie's busy?" "Not at all... it's just... well... Lottie won't take her." Now what in the heck could that mean? "Alright, alright, send her in I guess."
she's beauty, she's grace
she'll punch you in the face