Tyrell walks into the office without knocking and lightly punches Garth’s arm. Garth says nothing and nods at the king. “I need your office to make a phone call,” Tyrell demands.
I stand up, “It’s all yours,” I respond. “I am going on a field trip.”
“Really?” Tyrell shrugs as he walks around the desk. “Aunt Teresa is going a little nuts planning dinner tonight. I told her it could just be a regular dinner.”
“I think she wants to impress your mother,” I laugh.
Tyrell nods, “Sounds like it. After this call, I will keep Torben company some more.”
“Good, he could use it,” I laugh. “Come on. Garth, let's give the king some privacy.”
“I’ll see you later, Lenore,” Tyrell waves while dialing the phone.
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