39 Beshame

LUNA exhaled as she left the car and her son, Little Vauchuss, who was holding her hand.

"Are we going to papà, mamà?"

"Yes." She answered as they walked together to the building.

She is nervous. It's nerve racking, really. It is her first time going to work with her son. And he wonders how her colleagues would react to this, especially that she's holding a kid that resembles the President.

The worst, now, everyone is looking at them because demons in the company bow their heads towards them. All she can do is to make a straight look and walk with little Vauchuss who caught all the attention saying he is so cute and so handsome and so and so.

"Good morning." She greeted her colleagues and immediately greeted them.

"Oh my god. Is he your son, Luna?"

"He's so cute. Can I pinch him-", the woman was cut by Little Vauchuss' glare.

"Oh, he's sure stubborn."