n’s

or something. Of course, I never had a Clancy Doll’s Hous

aturday afternoons going to antique shops. Junk shops, if you ask me. I used t

ly old Victorian doll house and I begged him for

it for me and then for weeks we spent every weekend working on it together. That house became the

ouses until we found the perfect one. By the seventh year, we’d become quite the experts on doll’s hou

story behind th

anic. I can hardly say y

mm…

ly disappointed, n

his daughter used to design them together. The originals are supposed to have

h, trying not to

ere is a seventh

anage to get

ount yourself extremely lucky that you have one of those.” He lets out a whistle,

s head, he glances

You should go acquaint yourself with your work space

abs his suit jacket that is currently resting on the back of his chair and I practically gawk a

with powerful forearms and broad shoulders

and I go to follow after him but he pauses w

tand something about me. “No matter whether you came here because of the Clancy House or because you just needed a job, I expect you to meet the d

ath. He takes me by the shoulders suddenly, pulling

’re awful predecessor, had more experience than a lucky

t a whisper straight into my ear, “they have degrees in design. They create masterpieces like that pr

itches in my throat or the way his breath a

g, “and it will not be tarnished by someone look

my mouth ready to tell him exactly what I think of the Clancy

informed you but you are

e kidding me? I

y name in protest. What a

bout me,” I say far

o prove yourself,” he says, before but