After Josiah moved out, Anne talked less than she did before. Other than on the dining table, she barely opened her mouth.
I was depressed after Irvin's funeral. Hendrix was afraid that I would fall sick, so he urged me to supervise at Anne's club every day.
Of course, it was just a nominal supervision.
At first, I just sat there like a statue. I did not want to look too tough because after all, the club was Anne's. She was young. If I was the one barking orders around, she would lose her prestige in front of her employees.
The contrast was strong. Anne was crowded with people around her while I sat alone. It felt like I spent more time dozing off here than I did at home.
Anne was considerate. When she was informed of new matters to handle, she would bring them to me.
She pretended to be in a dilemma. After thinking for a while, she asked me for help, "Mommy, Daddy said that you used to be a director in the company. Can you give me some advice on this?"
Naturally, I couldn't ask for more. I took the document over and read it carefully. According to my previous professional experiences, I gave a relatively objective opinion.
After that, Anne would discuss with me a little more before she made any decision. The only time we were not together was when we slept. Just as Hendrix said, we grew closer. We even went shopping together during our breaks.
About a week later, I received a phone call from Freya.
"What's wrong with you two? If you don't want me to invest in the club, just tell me. There's no need to hide. You all are acting like some top secret agents."
"Who's hiding from you?" I put the phone to my ear and glanced at the Anne next to me. I covered the receiver and asked, "Your Aunt Freya is looking for you. Are you rejecting her meet-ups?"
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