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I laughed nervously. Belinda and I were hoping that Mom would understand. No such luck. Her fierce glare could have cut through stone. Or if looks could kill...

"Get out. Now. Get OUT!"

Belinda and I turned to leave. It was best for Mom to calm down a bit before we try to explain. Mom, however, has other plans.

"Cameron! You stay. I need to have a word with you. Just…Get. Her. Out!"

I nod. "Yes, mam."

I walk Belle to the main entrance before heading back to Mom's office. She is waiting with her arms crossed and a disappointed look.

"Cameron. What are you thinking? How could you?"

I sigh. This was going to be fun to explain. "Belinda's different, Mom. She's nothing like Opal. Seriously. In fact, she even hates her mother."

Mom snorted, not believing a word I said. But it was true. Belinda hated Opal. She was dropped of at an orphanage at the age of 19 and she hadn't seen or spoken to her mother since. She despised her.

"A likely story. Cameron, have you any idea what Opal has done to our family? Our people?"

I nod. I knew all of the stories. There was the goblin revolution, Commander Julius Root's murder. And on a more personal level, the murder of my father, Commander Trouble Kelp. Opal was also responsible for the death of Artemis Fowl the Second, a close friend of my mom and her second husband. She was the reason that Sabrina was now crazy.

I understood what Mom was trying to say.

"I know, Mom. But none of that was Belinda's fault. She didn't do all of those things. It was all Opal."

"And Belinda is her daughter, Cameron. Her feelings could very well change….Opal killed your father, Cameron. I don't see why you could even trust a Koboi…"

Mom wasn't going to be convinced was she? Oh well, I tried. Maybe she just needed a little more time….a chance to get to know Belinda better….hmm….

"I know that. But, like I said, she's different….and I love her. Nothing is going to change that."

I turn and start to leave. I was done explaining. Mom just needed to think about it. Try to get to know Belinda better before she made any decisions.

I hear Mom calling me, telling me that she is not done talking to me. I ignore her. I knew what she was going to say.

Besides, there was someone I needed to talk to…..

Five minutes later, I enter the Ops Booth. It is a mess of blueprints, wires, and technology.

I smile. The same as always.

A centaur sits at one of the two desks in the room. He is tinkering with some invention, occasionally swearing when he messed up.

I laugh and the centaur turns around, startled. He breathes a sigh of relief when he sees it's me.

"Oh, hey Cameron. I thought you were my dad. Don't sneak up on me like that, I get jumpy."

"Hey, Grayson. So, I take it that your dad isn't here. Good. I need to talk to you."

Grayson tosses the invention aside. "Sure thing. I needed a break anyways. So, what is it?"

I remain silent for a moment, putting the words together in my head. If anyone can help me it's Grayson.

"Well, I was talking to Mom today…."

Grayson nodded. He knew my mother well. She was one of his father's best friends.

"How did it go?"

"Well, it started out perfectly fine. Then…everything went downhill. I introduced her to Belinda…"

Grayson's eyes widened in surprise. He knew that the conversation must have been awful. Well, he was right. Mom was not a happy camper….

"Oh….I see. I assume that she didn't take the news well and now you need to find someway to get her to like Belinda. Am I correct?"

I laugh. He was right. I had to get Mom to understand. I can't have her hate Belinda. I needed a plan….I had a few ideas, but I needed Grayson's help to perfect them."

"Yes you are correct. I have a plan…of sorts. But it needs some work. I could really use your help."

I tell Grayson all of my ideas. He listens carefully, occasionally nodding or shaking his head. After a few minutes we start to put them together and in an hour….we have come up with the perfect strategy. It was just the thing that I needed.

"Okay, so…tomorrow?"

I nod and get up to leave. "Tomorrow."

I smile as I walk out. This was going to be great…..for me that is. I doubt Mom and Belinda will be too happy though…..

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