"You're overthinking," Oscar said calmly. "You're smart, kind, and terrifying when you're angry...what's not to like?"
"That's not helping," she muttered, but a small laugh escaped her.
"Alright, here's my advice," Oscar said. "Don't panic. Don't meet her until you talk to Axel. Just send a polite message back. Something like, 'I'm sorry, but I can't meet you right now.' Keep it simple."
Evelyn nodded slowly.
"You're right. I should ask Axel first."
"Exactly. Let him handle it. He's her son. He probably knows what this is about."
"Thanks, Oscar. I owe you one."
Evelyn sighed in relief.
"You owe me sleep," he grumbled. "And coffee. Lots of coffee."
"I'll send you a lifetime supply," she said with a tired smile.
"I keep that promise," he teased. "Anyway, I'm glad you called. And hey... don't worry too much, okay? If Mrs. Knight wanted to scold you, she'd probably schedule it through a lawyer."
"Not helping!"
He laughed. "Goodnight, Boss. Or... good afternoon, your time."
