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"I have absolutely no idea," he replied.
"I thought men told their drivers everything?" I sighed.
"That would be our barbers, princess," he replied.
"Right," I chuckled.
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The mansion looked like it needed some renovations - new coat of paint or something like that. I get that it had belonged to my grandparents and all, and Dad didn't want to alter the memory of whatever they left behind, but still…If I ever inherited it, the five bedroom mansion along with the living quarters for the staff was getting a new look.
As I stepped into the house, I was greeted by the staff who were busy cleaning or putting things in order. They only did things like this if they were expecting an important guest. I guess it has something to do with me being called back.
"Natasha, you're back," Father announced with a relieved expression.
"Good morning, Father," I greeted as he walked toward me with open arms.
I accepted his embrace, and he squeezed me a little too tight. There was something odd about it.
Even the way he looked at me.
"Want to tell me what's up?" I asked. "Getting summoned by you means another mission I can't technically say no to, isn't it?"
"You don't have to worry about that. You just got back and to be honest, we didn't even talk about how your UN volunteering went," he brushed it aside. "Have you had breakfast yet?"
"No, not yet," I replied. "I expected a full course meal when I arrived."
"And that you shall receive," he said. "Go change. If you're comfortable with what you're wearing then that's alright."
I stared at my jeans and t-shirt and gave an approving nod. "I'm pretty comfortable."
"Alright then, let's have breakfast.”
Everything seemed normal. The staff didn't seem to have any problems. Nor did they know anything. But my parents were definitely hiding something, and I was getting sick of trying to figure out what it was. I didn't have to wait too long.
"Sir, Lawrence Williams has arrived," Harold announced.
"Lawrence?" My eyes blinked rapidly.
I hadn't seen him in a while, only occasionally when I was in any country he had business in, and that was even two years prior. He walked into the dining room, dressed in some chinos, along with some shades and a plain shirt to match. He seemed taller than I remembered, but not as tall as my Ethan. I raced over to him and embraced him.
"Nice to see you too, princess," he greeted as he embraced me in return.
It felt good to see an old friend again after so many years.
"How's the heir to William's Accounting firm, doing these days?" I asked as I pinched his cheeks.
"I'm not a kid anymore, you know that right?" he reminded me but didn't make any attempt to pull my hands away from his face.
He may be older, but at a point in life, I started to enjoy getting a kick out of teasing him. He didn't mind. He enjoyed it.
"I know. Your height doesn't mean you've grown beyond my attempts to tease you, big brother," I said.
"Ah…stop calling me big brother." His shoulders dropped.
It was the only thing I could see him as other than as a childhood friend. I was used to it. And he was too.
"I'm glad to see you two still get along," Mother said.
