*I hop out of my car and grab the coffee that I stopped for on the way. I swing my purse onto my shoulder and walk through the front door. Typically, I’d knock to warn my clients- but Mr. Lawson put an end to that early on. He said it bugs him!

I walk inside and go straight for the kitchen. I set my things down and look over my shoulder to see Mr. Lawson on his recliner reading the news*

“Well good morning Mr. Lawson” I hum with a smile. I reach down and fix my sundress