Chapter 98
~ Clinton ~
I was heading to a quiet, old-school diner downtown to meet Trudy. She had called me a few days ago, mentioning how much she missed seeing me, so I decided we were long overdue for a proper lunch.
It had been quite some time since we'd sat down together—essentially since the day I moved out of my father's estate to find my own footing.
I found her already tucked into one of the corner booths, looking as familiar and comforting as home itself.
"Hey, Trudy," I greeted her with a smile. She stood up immediately to pull me into a warm embrace.
"Master Clinton," she beamed, stepping back to look at me as we both slid into the vinyl seats of the booth.
"How have you been, Trudy? Really?" I asked.
"I've been good, dear. A little lonely in that big house, if I'm honest, but good."
"Why lonely?" I leaned forward. "The estate is usually buzzing."
