Hard times call for desperate measuresA light, soaking rain softly tapped on the glass of the windows on the house. Jack sat in the office, a comfortable, dark colored room with paintings of old champions of a by gone era. An old grandfather clock tucked away in the corner ticked in rhythm with the falling rain.
The desk he sat at was littered with papers, pens and a few calculators. One hand held his hand, rubbing his forehead while the other held a pen that scribbled away, only taking breaks to punch in numbers on the least used calculator.
Countless minutes passed by, as he tallied up numbers, calculated income and expenses, all the while worrying about the farm he and his sister had inherited. They (mostly his sister) had gotten away with purchasing new horses and breeding all sorts of new foals from the winnings that Ilari brought in.
Sighing, he nudged the paper away, leaning back in the chair, taking a few deep breaths. Doing the paper work was stressing enough; doing it while thinking you could lose everything even