As soon as Maren set foot into her company, the workers reduced their volumes to murmurs and stares. She wasn't bothered, though.
It was only normal that they talked about how frightened she could be when the fate of her keeping her son was going to be decided the next day.
Head forward and accompanied by just one guard, she got onto the elevator, ignoring the greetings of some workers which she knew were just so they could hear her say something.
No matter how much she tried to comfort herself, her mind still drifted to the fear of what might go down the next day at the court and deep down, she prayed that Alexander's plan would work out.
She wasn't scared- at least not like before. It was more of an anxiety she felt just as the elevator opened on her office’s floor.
“Good morning,
