KRISTOFER BROZ
We enter the restaurant and place our order.
Louise is received as if she were a true queen, showcasing the influence her family wields in this place. For her, it’s as if all of this is natural. She’s used to her life of luxury, with everyone doing what she wants, always bowing to her wishes.
“Have you been here before? The food is very good,” she says.
“Remember, no ‘sir’?”
She smiles.
“I’m sorry, it’s just a habit.”
“Every time you call me ‘sir,’ I’ll call you ‘ma’am.’”
Her smile widens, and I have to admit, it will be a small sacrifice on my part to make that smile fade. It’s truly beautiful, but a smile won’t stop me from doing what I need to do.
“All right, Kristofer. Is that better?”
“It’s great, Louise. Now tell me, how is my little patient?”
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