Location: The residence of Damian Hayward<br/><br/>Date: July 16th, 2015<br/><br/>Time: 7:15 am<br/><br/>Damian woke up too the pleasant smell of bacon and eggs, sizzling a merry toon on the stove.  As Damian stretched out aches and pains a plate was placed in his lap.  Opening his eyes he saw one of the younger kids, Alma was probably his name, smiling at him before scampering off to get his own food.<br/><br/>Damian had fallen asleep in his chair last night, and naturally no one had been stupid enough to wake him.  Picking the plate up from his lap he walked into the office and sat down, using a fork and knife he'd left their from dinner last night too dig in.  As he ate his breakfast he picked up the planner, glancing through the schedule for today.<br/>7:30-9:30: Morning workout.<br/>9:45-12:45: Accept business calls.<br/>1:00-4:00: Make additional calls as needed.<br/>4:30-9:30: Meet clients.<br/>Damian, sighed, stretching his back as he stood from his chair.  Today was usually the longest and most stressful day of the week.  A good three hours dedicated too just sitting around waiting for calls, but at least everyone knew that those were the hours he'd be available too call.  No distractions, previous arrangements, or other such things.  Just hope no one called ahead of you.<br/><br/>Damian stood and walked into the kitchen, placing his plate in the sink.  Some of the younger kids had already started on the dishes, while the older ones were no where in sight.  As Damian walked into the basement, all the missing teenagers greeted him from their various locations around the room, where they were stretching or exercising on some equipment they kept in a side room all other times of the day.  Boys and girls ages 14-17 spread across the room, covering most available space except for a mat that was laid out in the center of the room.  Damian walked over too his reserved spot, and started a series of stretches too prepare him for his grueling morning workout.