Grace
Seraphina glided in, beaming and wearing a bright green sweater dress that looked like it was the same color as spring grass. Relief and happiness went through me.
“I thought you’d left already.”
She lifted a shoulder. “Minor delay.”
Jackson shifted uncomfortably as she rounded the table and sat beside Margaret. She pulled out a bag of what looked like sweets and set them in front of Margaret. Her expression softened.
“Thanks.”
“Any time,” she gestured vaguely. “So, what’d I miss.”
“Nothing, we just got started. Thank you for coming... Now that the patent is submitted, I want to move forward with the drug’s development, specifically making it cheaper to produce at the same quality.”
I looked at Jackson. “Since this is your area of expertise, I’ll be counting on your experi
