No Longer A Substitute
Nor could I — my days were swallowed by my children, school, and then building my company with the inheritance I had worked so hard to secure.
I nodded and forced a smile.
“That's a good girl." Alex teased and poked my nose.
“Excuse me,” I heard someone say, her heels clacking sharply against the tiled floor as she drew closer.
She was wearing a fitted cream blazer over a silk blouse. A slim pencil skirt hugged her waist and fell neatly to her knees. “You must be Dr. Miller, right?” she said, her eyes wide and bright with expectation as she held out her hand. “Hi, my name is Constanza Ramirez. I really love your research, and I’m so delighted to see you today.”