Mark George, my father's werewolf Personal Assistant whom I would describe as some sort of a paparazzi for him stepped on the corridor where we are standing, seeing us in this emotional state, he stopped, when I raised my head after noticing the presence of someone, he was already pulling something into his trousers' pocket and I'm pretty sure it's his phone.

What a fuck!

I hit my hands on the sides of my laps, gesturing to my beneficiary and her daughter to stand. I gave her a final hug, together with her daughter. "Go to where you intended to initially, continue

with your work. Don't worry, I'll do what...