—Mabel—
The next day, Mrs. Veronica Allwell called and I updated her about our most recent test flight inspection.
She was impressed.
“Keep me posted on the rest of the development,” she instructed, before hanging up.
I closed my laptop with a soft click and rubbed my temple, just as the unmistakable sound of thumping footsteps echoed down the hall.
Right on cue, the bedroom door burst open and the children rushed in.
“Mommy!”
They scrambled onto my bed, bombarding me with questions about the auction.
I laughed as I answered them.
A few minutes later, we stepped into the foyer, where Mrs. Chukwuemeka and the butler were hanging the portrait.
The children stopped.
Their eyes widened as they stared at the massive painting.
“Did you buy it at the auction?” Nathaniel asked.
I look
