Catherine seized the moment. “Lance, calm down. Jessica has been out of touch with fashion for the last six months; she probably doesn’t know what’s in style. How about this? I’ll pick out outfits for both of you for Amy’s first day.”
Lance nodded. “Catherine, I’d appreciate that.”
She shook her head, her expression gentle. “I’ll stay and look after Amy tonight.”
“My daughter, my responsibility,” Jessica said, remaining seated.
Catherine forced a smile. “Jessica, there’s been a lot of noise online lately. I think you should get some rest and not overexert yourself. I’ve been taking care of Amy for the past six months, and I’ve done a good job. You don’t have to worry.”
“If you love children so much, you and Lance can have ten of your own,” Jessica said calmly. “Why are you always so interested in someone else’s child?”
Catherine’s face flushed. “You… how can you say that? Lance and I, we’re…”
“Let me guess,” Jessica interrupted sarcastically. “You’re just dear friends, and your relationship is pure and inviolable?”
Catherine’s face was a kaleidoscope of colors, shifting from pale to flushed.
Jessica laughed. “A purely platonic friendship between a man and a woman can only exist if one of them is hideous or both are gay. So, which one are you?”
Catherine looked at Lance, her eyes welling with tears.
“That’s enough,” Lance chided softly. “Why are you arguing in front of our daughter?” Then he turned to Catherine. “Catherine, Jessica is here, so she can take care of Amy. You’ve worked hard. Go home and get a good night’s rest. You can come help Jessica tomorrow.”
Catherine nodded. “Alright. Whatever you say.”
…
Around eight o’clock, Jessica tried calling Rebecca Jones, but the call went straight to voicemail. At nine, Rebecca finally called back.
“What’s up?”
“I’ll figure something else out then,” Rebecca said.
“What do you need so much money for?”
“The streaming company you’re working for—the boss was caught cheating with one of the streamers. His wife is the majority shareholder, and now she’s looking to sell the company. The price is really good. I want to buy it.”
“How much?”
“Eighty million in cash. I’ve only got the thirty million I’ve saved up over the years.”
“Let me ask Lance if he can transfer it from another account. Wait for my call.”
“Okay, but… don’t force it. I’ll look into other options.”

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