My mojo

Mr. Bradley’s voice thundered across the yard as he hobbled after a young woman, his cane wagging in the air like a sword."I don't ever want to catch sight of you near my farm again, you mischievous rascal!" he bellowed, his old legs struggling to keep pace.The woman, quick on her feet and even quicker with her apologies, darted toward the door. "Apologies, Mr. Bradley. I'll seek your permission next time," she called over her shoulder, skirting out before he could change his mind.Mr. Bradley, out of breath but full of bluster, slammed the gate to his modest farm. "I'll turn you into a metaphorical guinea pig if you come near here again!" he shouted after her, though he was already turning back to his house. Chuckling to himself, he muttered, "What’s the story with that little troublemaker?"And so, the question lingers: why was this young woman being chased off by an elderly farmer? Well, here’s the backstory:The day had begun with good intentions. She’d woken up determined to fin

"What if I don't want to?" Bisila asked, hands on her hips, giving him a look."Then I’ll cause you enough trouble until you accept," Mr. James said with a smirk, gesturing for her to step into the carriage. "Listen, young lady, my son arrives in Armsville tomorrow, and I'd like you settled in by today. Lady Matilda will show you around the place as soon as we get there.""I hope you're ready for the mess I’m going to bring into your home. My charms are irresistible, Mr. James." Bisila teased, crossing her arms."I think I’ll manage," he replied confidently. "Besides, maybe what you needed was this chance. I’m giving it to you.""But I have a few rules of my own, Mr. James," Bisila said, her playful demeanor shifting to something more serious as they rode toward the mansion."Oh? Giving orders in *my* house already?" Mr. James raised an eyebrow, intrigued."If you don’t like them, you can just drop me off right here," she shot back. "I can still get by on my own.""Alright then," he se