Page 22 of Mean Moms

A PA Meeting!

Morgan Chary was winning. Everything was working out just as she’d hoped it would.

The bookings for Thyme one from Art, who’d also texted (“Honeydew, won’t be home tonight until late, have more of those meetings.

Sorry”) and one from an unknown number, which had left a voicemail.

Morgan put her phone back in her purse, feeling her needle pack as she did.

She’d give herself her Wegovy dose at the school, as it was too late to go home before her meeting.

Her driver, John, got her to Atherton in no time, crossing over on Eighteenth Street to avoid the traffic in Union Square.

Stopped at a light on Park Avenue, Morgan looked out the window to see Sofia walking toward the school—she’d joined the PA that fall at Morgan’s urging.

Sofia was in a camel coat, her cute black beanie covered in a light dusting of snow.

Morgan slowly unwrapped a mini protein bar as John idled in front of Atherton. She took two bites, swallowing with effort. Then she put her phone to her ear and listened to her voicemail.

“It’s me,” said the man on the other end. “When can I see you? I’m doing this all for you, and I expect to be rewarded. I need you,” the voice begged. “Please?”

Morgan then typed a number into her phone and sent a text: “Soon.”

She hopped out of the car and walked up the steps to the school entrance, the same steps that Sofia had toppled down those months ago.