It was always hectic whenever she was anticipating the start of a new employee, and this afternoon was no exception. She had planned upon leaving early - she had found through the years that it was often nerve wracking to have your boss hovering behind your shoulder, and had taken pains to always leave an hour or so after the start of their shift to alleviate any nervousness, though she did not think that Carolina would be fussed either way - and had made tentative dinner arrangements.
Of course, whenever Genevieve wished to do something for herself, everything went wrong. At first, the tills from the previous eve did not balance, and it had taken the better part of the morn to locate the missing gil - she would need to have a talk with Elizabeta next she saw her. As soon as that had been sorted, news that there would be no shipments this week as well had reached her, and she and Colin had had to take quick stock of inventory to ensure that they would meet the weekend demand.
Finally, she had gotten a moment to breathe, but as soon as she had poured herself a glass of water, Liyal trudged cheerfully through the door and she bit back a sigh. Surely, he was there to trade. Hopefully, he would have something of use this time; she truly had no use for cockatrice feathers.