yes, ma'am". I smiled my way to her, she recessed and sewed my eyes to Darren who kept chatting with a few of his friends from the party, returning it to me with a question, "so tell me, who are you to my son?".

I pinned a weak smile, recalling that the same question was asked by her husband, but his was attached to a little suspicion of his, while hers was based on curiosity, and seeing that I had no relationship with her son other than being his assistant, I told her just that, but the Minions in her head, tell her otherwise, she wears a funny look on...