Wish
“Or would you like some hot chocolate? I think hot chocolate would be better.”
She walks over to a coffee machine and takes out two beautiful teacups that don’t deserve to be touched by human hands, seeing how delicate they look.
I stand there frozen, not knowing how to react.
“Oh, do sit down, dear,” The director says, lightly.
I shuffle toward one of the two chairs from across her desk and sit down. My eyes land on a golden name plate with the director’s name on it.
Morrighan Yearwood.
I blink.
The name is oddly familiar, but I just can’t place it.
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