Continued from Into the Lion’s Den – part 1 Daniel Gibson was everything that Svetlana expected. And he was nothing like what she expected. He was as handsome in person as he was on television and magazine covers, effusing charm and good humor. Gibson moved and spoke as a man who had been raised knowing
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Svetlana considered the time between assignments something of a personal purgatory. She didn’t define herself by her work, but racquetball, knitting and art classes didn’t fill her up. Caring for children was that last little piece that she needed. Svetlana had a way with children; the agency knew it and every family she worked for
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Daniel reflected on his impromptu meeting with Chairmen Carlyle and Butler as he strode to his suite. Whatever his superiors had done to Myers and Addison had worked, perhaps too well. If Ri hadn’t alerted security to the altercation in Myers’ office, he might have been down two department heads and inherited two children. Ashlynn’s
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The metallic blue streaks in Dr. Kellog’s hair shimmered as she cooed at Jacob. “You’re developing exactly as you should. Aren’t you, little man? Aren’t you?” The Little Prince happily gurgled in reply. Addison grinned from the welcome news and the patient-doctor interaction. The pediatrician’s way with children was more than her brightly colored stethoscopes,
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Ashlynn hugged Miss Prima Ballerina closer. She felt bad for rumpling the stuffed bear’s tutu, but Primmy made her feel better. Primmy believed her. Svetlana’s voice carried through the bedroom door. “I could use your help, Ashlynn.” Ashlynn gulped from her hiding place under her bed. She wanted to help Svetlana, but It was out
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Green flames leaped from the plush carpet of Chairman Carlyle’s office. Giovanni studied the small, heatless fire between him and his Matron. Despite being one of the senior witches at Triptych, Gio had never seen this particular spell before. The unearthly flames combined Mind, Light, and a bit of Matter. The latter was particularly intriguing.
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Shane took another bite of the pasta primavera Svetlana had prepared. Or maybe Addison had. Whoever had cooked dinner, they’d done a good job. If Ashlynn ever stopped talking, he’d say so. “–a lot like here, on the outside,” Ashlynn prattled, “but there are birds everywhere! Some have blue feet, and–” “Ashlynn, dear,” Svetlana gently
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