Estelle grasped Emily's hand, her eyes shining with quiet strength as she looked up at the brilliant night sky. She smiled softly. "This is just the beginning. The future is only going to get better."
...
Friday, the barbecue restaurant.
Since they didn't open in the morning, Damian and the crew slept in. After breakfast, they swept, arranged the tables, prepped the ingredients, and wrapped up around ten.
Just as they unlocked the front doors, Norah walked in carrying a large cardboard box.
Without even looking, they knew it was stuffed with supplies for Circe—cat food, treats, and litter.
Damian looked surprised. "It's not the weekend, Norah. You didn't go to work?"
Wearing a simple white t-shirt and her hair pulled into a half-ponytail, Norah smiled brightly, her voice crisp and cheerful. "The company is on a retreat. I skipped it."
Zachary wandered over to inspect the box, chuckling heartily. "A retreat sounds great! Eating, drinking, having fun."
Norah rolled her eyes. "What's so great about it? I'd rather stay home and relax."
Damian gave Zachary a meaningful look and grinned. "The main perk is that Mr. Flemmings isn't there!"
"What does he have to do with this?" Norah lifted her chin and scoffed, glancing toward the second floor. "Is Mr. Flemmings still asleep?"
Damian and Zachary burst into laughter. She had literally just said Xavier had nothing to do with anything, only to ask about him in her next breath.
Norah's face flushed crimson. She grabbed a toy ball from the box and threw it at Damian.
"What are you laughing at?"
"Stop laughing!"
Damian dodged, begging for mercy. "Sorry, sorry, boss!"
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