(Nolan)
I linked my Mom and Camilla to come into my office; this conference was about to be a bigger deal than I thought.
“Honey, what is it?” My mom walked in first, taking a seat across from me.
“I need your help,” I sighed, and she sat up straighter, a wide smile crossed her face. “Wait until Camilla gets here.”
Camilla came in a few long minutes later.
“What took you so long?” I asked her.
“I was on the other side of the packhouse.” She crossed her arms, glaring at me.
“Sit,” I commanded, ignoring her antics. Her eyes narrowed even further, and I met her icy stare. “Don’t make me command you,” I said, my voice even; it was not the day for this.
She made a show of taking the seat next to my mother, and my mom frowned at her display.
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