Missing girls

1978 Words

“Come in,” I said at the knock on my office door. It’s been two weeks since the general meeting and things haven’t yet calmed down. There were plenty of things that needed my attention and every day I had people showing up at the office with requests or thank you gifts, members coming to introduce themselves and problems to sort out. “Good morning Sire Ryder, if you’re busy at the moment I can come back,” the woman said as she stood in the doorway. “Not at all, please take a seat,” I said to her. “My name’s Linda Wyatt, my husband used to be a lair doctor,” she introduced herself. “It’s nice to meet you Linda, how can I help you?” I asked her. Link was out in the field, taking meetings with business interests and Megan was at work. She’d hired staff for the house two days after moving

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