CHAPTER 167: STEPPING STONES

Samantha stood quietly at the door, her heart swelling with pride as she observed the young volunteers ponder over the quick assignment she had given them a few minutes before. She stood there for over ten minutes before carefully slipping away to her small, intimate office, which was, which was adorned with architectural models and sketches. Without a pause, she made straight for the large window that overlooked the busy street of Leicester Square and stood there in comfortable silence for quite some time. She suddenly glanced at her watch and then to the door just as a knock sounded through the office. Her lips curled up in a smile as she rushed forward and opened the door. "Hi, Mom," "Hey, darling," she beamed back as she hugged Nate. "I've been waiting for you two," she muttered, glancing behind him, "where's your father?" "Some lady was talking to him downstairs, so I just came up alone," he answered, then giggled mischievously when he saw the look on her face: " Don't wor