Anna
"Hello my dear," Nana says over the phone, but I sigh and grab my hair while swinging on my executive chair. "You seem to be distant, Anna. Your grandfather is fine now, and you are still not here, dear. What is the issue? Is your new job taking so much of your time that you can't come over anymore?" She asks in a low tone, but I click my tongue and upset a glass of champagne down my throat as I listen to Nana.
Grandpa is okay now— that's all that matters.
She sighs, and I can feel her breathing rumbling slightly at the other end of the line.
"Grandma, you should understand that I am busy. It's a lot to handle in New York. As long as grandpa is fine, then I don't see the reason for your constant nagging."
I hiss softly and pull my weight on the executive chair even more.
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