Chapter 119

Her head bent over stacks of paperwork that morning, a knock sounded on the door to the drawing room once. Low and short. Then the second was loud, and she was forced to look up into the eyes of a little boy wearing a grey coat that had been patched all over with some buttons missing. Spiky hair and dark innocent eyes. He looked different and especially with the coat, she barely recognized him. "Hey. Brady, it's you. Come here." He walked in, hesitatingly and looked around the large room that looked ancient with the red expensive tufted rug, high shelves placed against the walls of the room, papers stacked on a table in the corner, and there was one executive table and chair where she sat with two chairs across. The boy came closer soon and bowed slightly, eyes still moving about with his mouth wide open. "How're you doing, Brady?" She asked, a smile plastered on her face. "Took you three months to honor our invitation." Brady finally looked at her from the corner of his eyes before