“Okay, I’m officially bored.” My mom sighed then stretched herself out on the couch. We sat in the lounge and watched some reality show playing on the television. I wasn’t exactly paying attention to the show but I knew the gist of it. My mind was preoccupied with everything else I had going on; mainly my plan with Henri to expand the Writing Mill and essentially my parent’s company.
“Join the club.” I replied.
“I never thought I would actually say these words but I wish I could go back to work.”
“Me too.” I released a couple of chuckles at my mother’s grunt. We’d been at home for just over a week now and she was finally fed up with it. “I still don’t understand why I can’t go back to work.”
“Your father and I were concerned that you might end up alienating our clients again.”
“But I
