The morning had been productive in the quiet way Jake was learning to appreciate - paperwork spread across the villa's administrative desk, Raani seated across from him translating the villa's financial documents into terms he could actually parse, two cups of tea going cold because neither of them had remembered to drink them.
It had been an eventful night for all them and Jake wanted to spend few more days, just fucking all day long. But Raani said that he had to oversee the villa and its staff and check the finances.
Financially, Jake had enough coin to last a few centuries. His mother had taken care of that.
Running a villa was different from anything Jake's two lifetimes had prepared him for.
