#Chapter 110: Babysitter or Friend?

The moment we were alone, Wendy started gushing words faster than I could keep up like we’ve known each other all our lives. “Oh my gosh, I am so glad to meet you, Ms. Laurentia. My name is Wendy Lowell. You can call me Wendy. Do you mind if I call you Elena?” I managed to shake my head. “Fantastic. Welcome to the Palace Press. I suppose everyone has said the same thing, but I guess it doesn’t get tiring to hear how much everyone is looking forward to working with you.” She prattled on for a few moments about looking up my portfolio and how impressed she was with my work. All the while, my brain kept turning over, trying to keep up with her. After a minute, she took a deep breath and stared at me expectedly. It was then that it registered she had asked me a question. “I’m sorry, what was that again?” I asked. “I’m just feeling kind of overwhelmed. And it went right by me, and it went right by me.” “That’s okay,” she said, waving a hand as if it didn’t matter. “So I picked a