"Are you scared? Actually, there's no need to be. Below is the balcony, and you can stand on the window to help me get it."
As the meeting time drew closer, Jane Rowan broke into a sweat on her forehead, placed the prepared documents on the table beside her, and climbed onto the window sill to retrieve the toy plane hanging from the tree branch.
Timmy pulled out a few sheets of paper from that stack of documents and threw them into the bathroom's trash can.
"Got it, got it," Jane Rowan said, getting the toy plane and coming down from the window ledge, "Here you go, Auntie has to go to a meeting. You play by yourself now."
"Thank you, Auntie."
Jane Rowan hurried out of the bathroom and made her way toward the conference room.
"Is it done?" Melody Thorne walked over.
