66. Goodbye, France! Goodbye, Amelia!
Franco
I'm locked in my office when I hear laughter outside. I get up to see what's going on and see my mother and my godmother, talking loudly with my assistant, who is holding a box of cookies that my mom loves to buy.
I run a hand over my face because the fact that both women are together can only mean one thing: trouble. My godmother turns to look towards the door and sees me. She signals to my mother, who also turns towards me.
"Son! They told us you're not busy, so you have to attend to us." I glare at my secretary with murderous intent. She could have held them off for a moment, but now it's impossible to get rid of them.
"Franco, it's good you're here. We have something urgent to discuss with you." Both of them approach me and push me insi
