Henry's version of a "kiss" is quite the experience. He wraps his tiny hands around his dad's head and goes to town with his little milk teeth, nibbling away. If anyone dares to cut his "kissing" spree short, he'd grab a handful of their hair and insist on continuing. Poor Mia has been caught in this adorable trap several times. She'd end up pressing her face against his, letting him nibble away until he was satisfied.
Henry's enthusiasm wasn't limited to Mia alone; his dad wasn't spared either. This little bundle of joy would grab his dad's hair, drool everywhere, and finally let go, looking at his dad with those big eyes and cheekily sticking out his tongue, going, "Ah ba~ ba ba."
Andre found himself helpless in the face of his son's fiery enthusiasm and his inherited assertiveness. Resistance was futile.
Come noon, Mia was feeling drowsy, so she took Henry to the rest area hoping for a nap. But Henry had other plans. The moment he was laid down, he'd sit up. Hold him close, and he'd wiggle like a little worm. Eventually, Mia was too exhausted, and since Henry had learned to roll over, he was at risk of tumbling off the bed.
Andre stepped in, scooped up the little milk monster, and sat him on his lap while he worked. Henry, clutching his bottle, would gaze at the computer screen like he was the one running the show. After his fill of formula, he'd yawn, his eyelids drooping, and lay his head on the desk like a sleepy kitten. Mia loved to rub his round little head, and Andre, having picked up the habit, gave it a gentle rub too. Holding the sleepy child, he patted his little bottom and coaxed him to dreamland.
Soon, Andre carried Henry to the rest area, placed him in the middle of the bed, shed his coat, and slipped under the covers. The family of three took a well-deserved nap in the office.
Meanwhile, Molly's day wasn't as smooth. As soon as she got to the company, she dashed into her mom’s office. “Mom, what’s going on at the warehouse?”
Coleen, multitasking on the phone, instructed, “First, make sure no one’s hurt in there. Clear the road so the fire trucks can get through. I’ll head over soon.”
As they hurried along, she explained, “There’s a fire at the factory, and it’s pretty serious. Hand over your car keys, and you get back to work.”
“No way, I’m going with you,” Molly insisted.
Coleen had been in the middle of a scramble for a car when the emergency hit. That’s why Molly had skipped dropping off her friends and beelined it to Chade Inc. Once there, Coleen didn’t want her daughter in harm's way and tried to keep her back.
But Molly wasn’t having it. “I’m coming with you to the factory.”
“The fire’s too intense. Go back,” Coleen urged.
Molly was right on her heels as they exited the elevator and jumped into the car. “Wherever you go, I’m going. You want me to take over the company, but if you’re scared of this little danger and won’t let me come, you might as well just hand over the reins and watch me run it into the ground.”
Coleen relented with a sigh, “Alright, you win. Buckle up. I’m driving.”
Once behind the wheel, Coleen was a force to reckon with, speeding and weaving through traffic with a grace that left Molly watching in awe, wishing she had even a fraction of her mom's skills.
When they reached the factory, the blaze was still raging, but the firefighters were already at work. The manager quickly introduced Coleen to the team leader, “This is our boss, Coleen.”
In the heat of the moment, Coleen didn't mince words, “There are seven pieces of equipment in there, worth over thirty million. But if it’s too risky, prioritize the firefighters' safety!”
Her straightforward concern warmed the team leader’s heart. “We’ll do our best. You two, step back.”
Coleen and Molly moved back to the safety line.
Soon, the police arrived, as one would expect with such a large fire. Easton and Annie approached to meet with Coleen and the manager.
The meeting was full of surprises—Easton was shocked, Annie was caught off guard, and Molly was just confused, while Coleen was deep in conversation with the police.
“Molly, is this your family’s factory?” Easton asked, pointing.
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