“Good morning, Branson.” Her tone was bright and bold. Certainly not unwelcoming, and he replied in kind.
“Good morning, m’lady.”
“Seeing as how you’re still here, I assume you’ve cleared things up with Sybil?” she asked with overt nonchalance. Branson had to remind himself that he was standing on very thin ice indeed.
“Clearly, m’lady.”
“Good.” Lady
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