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“Hello, Christina.” I shook hands with this professional yet nice woman with a warm expression. 

The jewelry I’d bought her dangling on her ears and adorning her neck. Lovely. And I told her so. 

She smiled. “Thank you for the gift.” Then the friendly smile was replaced with a professional one.

She motioned for me to seat as she lowered her body into the chair she’d been on when I’d knocked and entered her office. 

“How’s Dahlia recuperating?” She asked, and I could tell it was out of concern. 

“As fast as she can.” I left it at that.

“I’m glad you didn’t come with her even though I...