Lucas stepped out after cleaning up, and the house looked deserted.
"Sophia, if you're smart, don't come back tonight!" he snarled through gritted teeth.
Of course Sophia had already bolted. She wasn't stupid—she wasn't going to stand there and wait to be lectured.
"Mommy, where are we going?"
"If they won't come pick a fight with us, then we'll go start one. Times have changed—be smart, okay?"
Eric nodded, not entirely understanding but eager to help.
...
Down at Morgan Group.
Sophia marched into the building with her six kids trailing behind her like a royal retinue. Andrew had just finished a meeting when reception called, "President Morgan, Miss Luna is here."
Her?
"I'll be right there," he said, annoyed.
Sophia pushed the door open, slid off her sunglasses, and plopped down into a chair, crossing her legs.
"Sophia, what are you doing here?" Andrew demanded.
