At nine in the morning, Scarlett convened a meeting with the project team.
Elowen sat at the far end of the table, her makeup flawless, like a phony innocent doing her best to blend into the conference room.
"Recipient Peregrine Thorne has gone missing," the assistant said, frowning. "The 16-year-old boy whose parents are both dead and who's taking care of his younger sister. She has ALS and needs regular funding for her medication."
Scarlett remembered him, the scrawny kid, thin as a rail, who'd said stubbornly at their last meeting, "I can work to support my sister."
"I'll go look for him after the meeting," Scarlett said.
"I'll come with you!" Elowen suddenly raised her hand, her smile sweet. "I have time, and I want to contribute to the project."
Scarlett's gaze rested lightly on
