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"Aw stop it." Gladys took Kenneth's hand into hers and turned him towards the meeting room. "You work too hard."
Kenneth sighed. "I need to, to get my mind off... Hello Uncle Matthew."
"How are you doing Kenneth?" The elder asked, giving Kenneth a sympathetic look.
"Can't complain, Uncle." He murmured. "I literally can't."
"Hey, hang in their son." The elderly man patted Kenneth on the back. "So...have any idea why we're here?" Matthew asked as they entered the meeting room.
"Nope. No idea." Kenneth responded, smiling at an already seated grim-faced Deloris, Camille's warlock mother and a member of the council.
Kenneth, Matthew and Gladys went around, greeting and hugging those who were already seated. The room was supposed to be the smallest meeting room in Tristan's mansion.
