"How was your Christmas?" she asks politely.
"Nice enough," I reply honestly. "You?"
"Christmas like..." Her answer is vague. "How are Landon and Aurora?"
"She's not awake yet," I tell her.
"Oh dear," she looks suddenly gloomy, "she missed Christmas... that's just too sad."
The journey in the lift is awkward. Even in my nervousness about the directors meeting I can still feel the tension between us.
It's electric.
Pure static.
I straighten my tie and try to focus my mind. She finally turns to look at me and I see compassion in her eyes. I hate that she sees my weakness. I'm not like my mother. When I find a weakness, a fault in myself I resolve to fix it. She steps towards me in the moving lift.
"You are going to do brilliantly."
"Y-you think?" I hate how unsure I sound.
"I know." She sounds sincere.