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Sophie As I sat in front of my mirror, styling my hair, I'm reminded for the fifth time why I do not want children yet.I was only gone for an hour yesterday, or maybe more but Albert did quite a good job and sometimes I wonder if I can ever do such. “No!!” I yelled the moment I found out Eve was going towards the kitchen. I sprawled up immediately and ran after her, catching up with her and lifting her in my hands. She chuckled, probably thought it’s some game we’re playing. “Come on baby,” I said softly. “We’ve got a long day ahead.”From everything on my tab, I’ll have to get us ready for school and work, grab coffee on my way, drop her off and head to the office. Now, this is where it gets tasking… I have to meet up with Alexander to finalize which of the buildings becomes our base. I know his is bigger, and although I still wish I had proposed a consolidation, I’m aware that what works best for us at this point is a statutory merger. So by the end of this week, Kellerman & c

SophieGlad this was about to be over, I reached for my iPad on the table. He turned, looking at everyone in what seemed like a final moment. “Any questions?”My team all shook their heads.“Very well, you’re excused.” But then he turned to me. “Except you, Ms. Kellerman. I’d like a word.”My eyes narrowed. “Of course.” When everyone walked out through the room, he used his finger to scratch his beard gently, “Shut the door, Sophie.” “Why?” I asked him. “Alexander, I have a press release to write. I don’t have time to stroke your ego.” “Shut. The. Goddamn. Door,” he growled.This must better be worth it. I rolled my eyes as I push it shut.“There. What?”“You’ve got to stop acting like you hate me in public,” he said stepping closer. He stopped right before he could come any closer but I just stood there looking at him. “I don’t hate you,” I told him calmly. “I just can’t stand your mistress.”He chuckled lightly. In just four seconds I’ve noticed five significant things that

Sophie I know I’m supposed to meet my uncle, but instead I find myself standing across from his wife, Elsie.“You don’t have to pretend you’re not hungry,” she teased. “You know I always have a meal made.”As she said that, she reached to remove the white apron she had on when I first walked in.The whole area had a great scent; thanks to her exclusive cooking skills. “I know that,” I smiled. As she turned, I followed. “I’ll help with what I can.”Although she’s been married to Uncle Peter for over 30 years, we’ve not exactly shared a lot of time together. Her children were always overseas and it was such a chore to come around, but whenever Uncle Peter requested to see me, I found myself running here. I was feeling slightly awkward standing in their kitchen like an alien but I’d rather help here than sit there alone. “How long is he uh— is he going to take?”“Just a few more minutes,” she said. “Let’s go over to the dining room.”A moment of silence followed. Elsie is such a lov