The night was slowly deepening.
Brunswick, the capital of Georgia, the Governor's Mansion.
In the Chief Governor's elegantly and grandly decorated study, the Hanging Wind Chime lamp was still softly glowing.
Shh, shh, shh...
Olivia, who had hastily eaten dinner, had changed into a loose light purple nightdress, yet returned here holding her golden feather pen to continue working. The desk was piled high with documents, most of which were from various plantations already planned last year within the territory.
The days of spring farming were almost upon them, and the large-scale cotton farming, a supporting pillar in the territory's industry plan alongside the cotton textile industry, needed to truly begin.
Cotton seeds, tools, pack horses, fertilizers... etc. required for the estate, reported in detail by officials at all levels, had been submitted to her, the Chief Governor, requiring her to provide matching solutions for each item.
