Chapter 72: There are...two of you?
The tone had shifted in the elevator, but Mrs. Proctor didn’t let that stop her. Once the elevator doors opened up to the executive level, she happily and gladly led them around the space. She was holding onto her giant bouquet of flowers with one hand, and gesturing around the space with the other.
"Over here is where most of our meetings are held. This is the board room. I modeled it after a sketch your Mother did back in the day. Oh! This is a painting from your Mother’s storage that she left to me before she passed. I think she worried that her family was going to take everything, so she started giving out things early." Andrew’s head was spinning with all the new information he was getting, and the fact that she was so cheerful.
Andrew knew she had to be grieving, but the more he heard her talk, the more it seemed like she knew that his Mother had passed away earlier than just a few days ago. Andrew had to ask her about it, but he was going to wait until the timing was better. Not when she was excitedly showing him and Maxwell what she had done over the years.
Everyone they passed on this level was stunned to see Maxwell, and confused when they saw Andrew. He couldn’t blame them. He hadn’t seen any of them before, since most of them had to be his age. A few of them were older, around Mrs. Proctor’s age, but Andrew didn’t recognise them, and Mrs. Proctor didn’t make any special notes when introducing them.
Except for one person.
Andrew knew they were approaching her office since this branch of the hallway felt...heavier, more important. The furnishings got slightly more extravagant, and there were a few beautifully put together desks outside of a giant set of doors, along with a few chairs that looked like they were expensive. Andrew doubted many people who waited here weren’t important.
Two of the desks were empty, and one had a slightly older lady working away. She had her head bent, so Andrew wasn’t able to get a good look at her face, but she was also wearing all black like Mrs. Proctor. As soon as she sensed them approaching, she pushed her chair back and rushed around the desk.
When she caught sight of Andrew, she froze, before her eyes started to water and she covered her mouth. It gave Andrew enough time to look her over.
She was shorter, and softer than Mrs. Proctor, and reminded him of his Mother. Her features were aged slightly, but she was still stunning in the same way Maxwell’s Mother was. She was slightly plump, with rounded hips and larger breasts, but she seemed...happy. Well taken care of. Whoever was the mate of this woman was doing a good job.