I Reclaimed the Gatehouse Silence as an Executive Office

Dear Delyara, The moment the final emergency vehicle left the estate tonight, I didn't sink into loneliness. I stood up, cleaned the entire desk area with antiseptic wipes, adjusted the venetian blinds to let the clean morning light in, and treated this gatehouse exactly like an executive suite in Mayfair. I spent the next hour writing the complete marketing copy for our autumn gallery exhibition. I have completely conquered the environmental depression of this site. This room does not control my identity; my intellect controls this room, and I am using every square inch of this facility to build an empire.