"Francis, Francis! Have you caught wind of the latest news?" Imogen yelled.
Francis was leisurely perusing a file, "What's got you all in a tizzy now? How many times have I told you, you need to keep your composure. You're Mrs. Tanner now, and you can't be acting like you used to."
Imogen clapped her chest repeatedly, "I rushed over here as soon as I saw the news and I couldn't worry about my composure. Just look at this!"
"What could possibly have you so spooked..." As Francis took a glance at the headline, he was initially unfazed, but when he paired it with the accompanying photo, his face immediately turned to stone.
"Ridiculous!" He slammed his hand on the solid oak desk, startling Imogen.
She quickly grabbed his hand to inspect his palm, which was already reddening.
"There's no need to hurt yourself just because you're angry, is there?"
"When did this happen?" Francis's face was ashen, his gaze was unkind as he turned to Imogen.
Imogen pouted, "How would I know when your darling daughter drummed up this news? If Madeline hadn't handed me the paper, I'd still be oblivious to the trouble she's stirred up."
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