“They were willing to let them in when we told them I was hurt and couldn’t heal.” I tell them and they both seem to accept this answer easily, which surprises me.
We’ve all finished eating and my dad places his napkin on the table and stands. “Molly. Peter. It’s probably time to get to work.”
We both stand and follow Dad upstairs. Once in the office, I close the door behind us and turn to see how the seating arrangement is working. There’s been quite a lot of people working here this week, but I’m surprised to see George sitting in there as well, now.
He looks up at me and smiles, pulling out the chair next to him at the conference table. “You’re working with me today, Kid.”
Thank the Goddess. I was worried I’d be working with Peter and the entire situation, and the lack o
