[Draven].
As I spoke, I sketched a rectangular structure with soundproof, weapon racks, shielded walls, and strong training equipment.
Then I added a smaller adjoining section.
"A private living space here," I said, indicating it with the pen. "A shower. A small changing area. A closet. She must be able to wash up and return to the main house without anyone realizing she's been up to."
Jeffery studied the drawing closely, absorbing every detail. Then he nodded. "I understand exactly what you want."
"Here is the location I want it." I handed him the page. "How long would it take?"
He looked at it, then at me. "Three days, Alpha."
I drummed my fingers lightly against the desk. "Good."
He stood to leave, but paused as I added, "I will notify my father about the location I want for the private training ground during dinner, just for formality's sake. Then you can begin."
Jeffery nodded sharply. "It will be done."
