Fifty-One
Walking into the building, Kennedy grimaced. Holding her son in her arms, she walked up to the front desk and waited. Having graduated from her program, she again hit her best friend up to ensure her success in opening a shop. Francis’s head lifted from her shoulder, his eyes darting around in curiosity. Eyes that had strangely developed a thin, pale blue ring around the iris. She smiled, “Good morning.” “How can I help you?” The woman behind the counter asked as she looked up from the computer. “I have a meeting with Councillor Haynes to discuss the legalities of my application,” Kennedy stated calmly. The woman scowled, “Mr. Haynes isn’t even in today, honey. I’m so sorry about that. May I ask what the application was for?” “I’m trying to open a garage using an already established
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