BEDTIME STORIES
Anthony Green had faced many challenges in life.
Corporate warfare.
Family betrayals.
Hostile takeovers.
None of them compared to getting three children into bed on time.
"It's bedtime."
The announcement was met with immediate resistance.
Naturally.
"Not tired."
Damien.
Obviously.
Anthony glanced at the little boy currently bouncing on a couch.
Like someone who had consumed pure electricity.
"Really?"
"No."
The boy paused.
Then corrected himself.
"A little."
Progress.
Tiny progress.
Meanwhile, Diana was already half asleep.
Curled beside Anthony.
Thumb hooked around his sleeve.
The little girl had developed a habit.
A very specific habit.
If Anthony was nearby, she wanted physical contact.
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