Olga wrapped him in a warm embrace, the kind that comforted and made a person feel at home.

“My dear boy...” she said, emotional. “As always, kind, polite, and smelling wonderful.”

She pulled back slightly, looking him over with unmistakable pride.

“And as my Laura likes to say...” she added with an amused smile, “you’ve grown into one incredibly handsome and powerful man.”

She cupped his face tenderly.

“Congratulations on your success, my dear. I’m very proud of you.”

Olga then turned to Marce