Dynasty The morning sun was halfway up the sky when Kisara apprehensively arrived at the foot of the fog-laden hill. It was very surreal, the scene and situation. The mist curling about the estate seemed to so magnify its majesty and romanticism that, for a split second, she was convinced that the butler’s call, Set, and her new job were all in actuality a dream. The window of the gatehouse slid open to one side and the gatekeeper leaned forward over the sill. “Do you have your ID, Miss?” She nodded, unaccustomed to engaging verbal communication so early in the day. Slipping her wallet out of her bag, she held her student card for him to...