"Oh, right, you're already used to getting slapped in the face, so you probably don't even feel how much it hurts anymore." Sophie Wilson sighed. "Habit really is a terrifying thing."
"Sophie Wilson, you—"
"Enough, let's hurry back!" Old Mrs. Wilson cut Emerie Wilson off impatiently and turned to leave.
Was this really the time to trade barbs with Sophie Wilson?
Right now the most important thing was to go back and ask what on earth was going on.
Weren't they told they'd definitely win the bid?
Why didn't they get it?
"M-Mom, wait for me!" Emerie Wilson hadn't expected Old Mrs. Wilson to walk so fast, and hurried after her, no longer in the mood to spar with Sophie.
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"What took you so long?" Clarissa Taylor saw Sophie Wilson and Charles Seymour come back and couldn't help asking.
"Mom, it was such a coincidence." Sophie Wilson happily scooted over and said, "We just ran into Emerie Wilson in the corridor."
