Chapter 94

• SHIMMER’S POV
• My heart ached as I recalled how sad my son had been. I had not meant to hurt him; I just thought that if I was stern; he would see the severity of the matter. Turning my office chair around restlessly, I picked the phone and called my PA. she walked in hesitantly, and stared at me, tablet in hand.
• “Sit down,” I told her with a smile. “I need to ask you something. If you really want to tell your child to stop something; is it wise to shout about it; or it’s best to say it nicely? What is more effective?” I lowered my head slowly to the left, while keeping my eyes fixed on her. She sighed and seemed to relax, then smiled at me.