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“Olivia is the BEST friend! We’re going to play astronaut dinosaurs FOREVER! Can she come back TOMORROW?” “Not tomorrow. But we can schedule another playdate soon.” “SOON isn’t specific! When EXACTLY?” Charlotte needed concrete information. “I’ll talk to Jennifer and we’ll pick a day next week. Then you’ll know exactly when.” “Okay. But SOON. Because Olivia and I have IMPORTANT astronaut dinosaur research to continue.” While Charlotte prepared for first grade, James’s personality continued emerging. At nearly three, he was opinionated, funny, surprisingly empathetic for a toddler.

“Do you think it's enough?” “I think it's a good start.” “Good. Because tomorrow we are hitting the toy stores.” I laughed despite myself. “Of course we are.” “James recommended several places. He's very knowledgeable about quality toys.” “James is two.” “James has excellent taste.” “James has an uncle who's lost his mind.” “James has an uncle who's planning ahead.” As evening fell over London, I found Killian on the balcony again, tablet in hand, making lists for tomorrow's shopping expedition.

Is this the table that he really thought of eating? "Aren't you with Yohan and Third?” I just asked and he smiled, obviously playful. "I know that's not really what you want to know. Anyway, Patry is with the new girl. She's Senator De Guzman's daughter." I was stunned. "New girl?" He laughed as if sarcastically. "I don't know that our school is so famous with numerous politicians. But also, Patry. First, the mayor's daughter. Then now, senator? Are you sure about him? Why does it seem like everyone that he’s entertaining is a daughter of a politician? Maybe you need to be a daughter of a politician too-- "

James says, the Christmas break is halfway through, and the reason I’m super excited is that tonight was Christmas eve, tomorrow, I’ll be getting to open my gifts, not just the ones in my parents home, but the ones in the pack house, a lot of the pack members have brought gifts for the future Luna and I’m very excited to see what everyone got me. “You’re all threat,” I say with a shrug, he has threatened me more than ten times already, but he’d never do anything, not with Milo’s protection. “So far I’m agreeing with Milo’s soft approach but keep it going and he’ll be the one giving you a proper punishment,” James warns me. “He’ll never, he loves me too much,” I say with a big yawn, maybe it

He complimented. "I'm flattered." Pretending not to see him drool, "Where are you coming from?" "I went for a walk." "You shouldn't be walking around all by yourself." "I was bored for death and decided to take a walk. I've not been myself since we last spoke." James confessed. "Here, have your seat." Patricia helped him to his bed. "How is she holding on?" James asked, looking nervous. "She..." Patricia stop mid way, "I think it's best not to talk about this."

So, I came as fast as I could, even though my mind wasn’t in the best place. I had seen Patricia today, at Liam’s school. It was his first day, and I went to drop him off. Then I saw her in the lobby. For a moment, I thought my eyes were deceiving me. But they weren’t. It was her, Patricia. Except she looked... different. Stronger. More confident. The door opened, pulling me out of my thoughts. I straightened up as James walked in, wearing his usual confident smile. “I’m sorry,” he said, handing me the file, “but you might need to revise this again. The president expects exceptional results from this project. The plan has to be perfect.”

It almost didn’t feel real. “I’d need help,” I admitted. “Someone senior.” “I might know someone,” she said. “Former colleague. Smart, experienced, and looking for steady work.” We set up a meeting for the next morning. Monday morning, I met James Patterson. Fifty-two, calm, confident, and sharp. He’d spent twenty years in consulting before being laid off. “Why small businesses?” I asked. He smiled. “Because I’m done with corporate lies. I want to help people who actually care about their work. What you’ve built, Alex—it’s real. I want to be part of that.”

And yet he was as sleepy as he could remember. James opened up his iPad and let himself get lost in the Internet. He checked on the family finances (strong as ever), the news (depressing as ever) and the Mariners (worse than usual). The bed shifted as Christine climbed into her side of the bed. James glanced over at her.

"You don’t have to get her number, Damien. I can always call her if we need her" "Are you tired of your job?" He asked. Mirabel shook her head and gave him Chloe’ number ****** •YELLOW-SPREE HIGH SCHOOL• Candy and James are seen walking to a seat in the cafeteria with their tray of food in their hand. "You changed your glasses?" Candy asked. "Yes I did. My glasses were getting old, so Brian got me a new one" "Whoa, that’s so nice of your brother" "You can say that again Candy. Brian works his butts just to send me to school, the least I can do is to get good grades" James said.

Any other morning and he would have. "You all right?" Patrick's expression hardened a little as his eyebrows furrowed. "Yes, just a lot on my mind, but nothing I’m willing to discuss.” Damon nodded as James walked toward them. "Of course, boss. Just know I'm here if you do." "Thanks." Damon took the putter from James and smiled. "You're not going to win this one, my friend." "The story of my life." He laughed as they passed. "The only success I have is Zarpeth, and it's started to crack at the seams too."