It was Wednesday, and I quickly got ready for work. I kept thinking about the dream I had last night, but I knew it was just a dream, so I had to let it go.I walked out and said a silent prayer that Martin wouldn’t be here, and to my luck, he went to work early this morning.I didn’t see Georgia here today, only Thalia, her mother, who told me that Martin had already left."Mrs. Taylor, breakfast is ready," Thalia said as she placed a plate and coffee in front of me."Thank you, Thalia, and can you please call me Brooke?" I asked her as I took a bite of the delicious pancakes."I will try, Mrs… I mean, Brooke."A knock on the door interrupted us, and I saw my driver Samuel standing there, all dressed up, ready for work. "Good morning, Mrs. Taylor, Are you ready?""Samuel, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Brooke?" I asked him with an eye roll."I'm sorry, Mrs. Taylor, but I don't think Mr. Jones would approve of me calling you by your name."Yeah, don’t I know it. My fat
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