Sin For me, Daddy.
“While you type, I’ll help proofread and wipe out any errors—punctuation, grammar, all of it.”
Rosealba slammed the file on her desk shut, her face lighting up. “Perfect! That sounds perfect. I do the typing, you do the proofreading.”
“Okay then… thank you for helping me track this. It means a lot to me.”
Emilia’s smile widened. “I’m your editor for a reason, Rosealba. I got you.”
Rosealba clasped her hands together, her smile soft and warm. “Thank you once again…”
Emilia dipped her head in a gentle nod. Then silence settled in, just for a second.