Holding the cold, frosting metal box in his hands, he called out:
"Madame Xere—"
"Call me Grammy," she insisted.
Michael shook his head. How could he refer to the Xere Montgomery as Grammy?
"Uh, here's a little gift of mine."
He handed over an identical box of Ice Cream, before walking back to the door with Yuna waiting for him.
As they left, the door closed behind them, leaving Xere alone in her white palace.
"See? I told you, right?"
Another female voice came out from one of the corners.
Xere nodded in reply. "You were right. He does seem like a special one."
A split in reality appeared right next to Xere, before Claudia stepped out of the Sanctum World.
"That boy's acumen in business is unparalleled even in the upper echelons," Claudia said. "His products will surprise even the Conglomerates. My niece couldn't have chosen a better person."
Xere nodded. "That is good. Now, let us talk about something more serious."
