"Thanks!" Jane Sampson wasn't polite with Kendal Smith.
Only a wealthy young master like Kendal Smith could afford to make the studio's soundproofing nearly perfect. Once the doors and windows downstairs were closed, no matter how hysterically loud the music was played, its impact on the upstairs resting room was extremely minimal.
Jane had waited less than five minutes before James Carter also arrived. Thanks to last night's practice, both were in a better shape than yesterday this morning. Busy time always seemed to fly by, and if it weren't for Kendal Smith's banging on the door complaining about his hunger and wanting lunch, Jane Sampson and James Carter wouldn't even have realized it was already 12:30.
