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read my mind-that she could see inside my head and guess that I was running t

no matter what I say," I said, and my voic

s, but there was a part of me that wanted to remind her tha

from the ground, and I didn't need her or any

annoyance, and I knew that I had managed to overstep. I sighe

he told me as she grabbed her coat. "I won't be bothering

y office once and for all. I knew that I was going to

My mother, like me, could be a little sharp around the edges, and sometimes, I had to remind myself that we were bred from the s

do with. Not really. I had been pretty amused when she had come at me to tell me off for everything but amused in the sense that it end

oming into my office every morning, knowing I was going to have to deal w

e probably saw a chance to keep m

but answer a few emails and make sure that my investors were ready for the meeting a

ly irritated, had caught me off guard. She had been stressed at the thought of me

ir pulled back from her face and her green eyes blazing with the sureness of her position.

obably my mom called to say she was sorry and invited me out for dinner so the two of us could move on. But in

eaking to me, even when he was the one who called. Probably because he knew damn well that I was the person who was most likely to call

til he let me go. He typically made these calls when he was feeling guilty or when he was about to get

ng anything that they wanted while I was here hoping I didn't get too caug

and try to cool off after the long-ass day. I knew there was no stopping my mother interfering with my life, but

a choice, so I would just have to