World Domination System

37. Shooed Away

The next morning, Leonard nervously fidgeted with his hands as he stood in front of the kitchen counter, watching his mother prepare breakfast. He knew he had to tell her the truth, but he couldn't help feeling a sliver of guilt. Taking a deep breath, he mustered up the courage to speak.

"Mom," he began, as he picked up some of the kitchen tools she had just cleaned.

His mother turned to face him, her warm smile fading into a look of concern. "What is it, Leonard? You seem a bit on edge."

He cleared his throat, trying to steady his voice. "Well, earlier today, my boss at work called me and told me I had a package to pick up. It's something important, and he said I need to get it as soon as possible."

His mother raised an eyebrow, a hint of hesitation in her eyes. "A package from work? That's odd. What could it possibly be?"

''Well, that's what we workers go through at times,'' he said, lamely.

Helene didn't believe her son, but because she was a mother who couldn't deny her only chil