I went into work the next morning with six new chapters printed out and ready for Mark to read, coffee, and a big smile.
"Good morning, Ms. Parr. Mr. Evans is waiting for you in his office." The secretary, Martha, said.
"Thank you, Martha. Did you enjoy your weekend?" I ask.
Martha was an older woman, maybe mid-fifties. She had gorgeous red hair that curled around her head like an afro. She always wore a button-up shirt and dress pants, no matter the occasion. Her nude painted lips turned up to a smile as I ask her the question.
"Why, yes. My children came to visit and I got to see my new grandbaby. He's a precious little man. They named his Tyler." Martha tells me.
I smile and give her a polite nod. "I'm glad you've gotten to see your family. And Tyler is a lovely name. I'm sure
