Melanie smirked. “No, no Dunkin Donuts. Unfortunately. God, I could use one right now.” Boston creme, right here. “You had more struggles than I did. You had to be hired on.” Which, thankfully, had been easy. Moxley was an easy target. She ran her fingers over the top of the fireplace. A thick layer of dust coated the top, and Melanie crinkled her nose in disgust. “So if the office is unused, they don’t clean it?” she asked. With a wave of her wand and a muttering of one of the many cleaning spells she knew, she took care of the dust problem.

Gift, he called it. Melanie rolled her eyes. “We need to keep an eye out for who is on the receiving end.” She already had ideas. Kaysha Stewart. Perhaps Duncan, though, had someone better in mind? She’d let him speak before she gave her own opinion. “I haven’t relayed all of it to him, yet. I’m testing the waters. But he could be good for us.” She had a far-off look in her eye, as if she were imagining it all already.

A wave of nostalgia of home washed over her. She missed everything about it. She missed the ease of the early days. Things were harder now, more secretive. She was held in high regard; she was responsible for making things happen.

It was then that she approached Duncan and hugged him. “I miss her.”