DAMON FOX
I usually work until much later, especially after the tumultuous morning in Maia and I spent being analyzed by those who saw us at the company. I intended to go out late at night, to make up for lost time, but my grandmother took the month off to get out of the routine, including my routine. I looked at the message she sent me and laughed. She will never stop.
“We are arranging the girl’s things in her closet. There’s a lot here, grandson, so I know you won’t mind.”
As naturally as ever, she informs me out of the blue that she is invading my room with the flower girl. I always knew she had a screw loose, but she has been dedicated.
I leave my office, saying a quick See you tomorrow to Mariana and I don't even warn James. She has important things in my room and it's not like
