Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 35: Meeting with Mayor Grant

When Eleanor reached Stockport Town Hall, it was almost tfor her meeting with the Mayor. She stepped out

of her car and gave a firm nod to her security team, instructing them to remain outside. With measured steps,

she walked up to the reception desk.

"Hello, | have an appointment with the Mayor in ten minutes. The nis Eleanor Langford," she said, her voice

composed and professional.

The receptionist quickly made a call to the Mayor's office to confirm her appointment. After a moment, she

smiled politely and handed Eleanor a visitor badge.

"You're all set. One of our security personnel will escort you to the Mayor's office," the receptionist said.

The uniformed guard led her through the wide corridors of the historic building. When they arrived at the

designated office, a woman at a desk stood and approached.

"Are you Miss Eleanor Langford?" the woman asked.

"Yes," Eleanor replied, her tone polite but reserved.

"Please follow me. Madam Mayor is expecting you."

The woman led her through the door into a spacious, well-lit office. It had an air of old-world charm, with oak

furniture, a towering bookshelf, and a collection of framed accolades and photographs. Behind the desk, a

woman was scribbling something into a notebook. Though the lines beside her eyes and streaks of white in her

hair spoke of her age, her aura was vibrant and commanding.

As the footsteps reached her ears, the Mayor glanced up. Her eyes landed on Eleanor’s face and widened slightly

with recognition. A smile tugged at her lips as emotion flickered across her expression.

"You almost look like sister Esmeralda when she was young," the Mayor said softly, her voice touched by

nostalgia. "I had my doubts when Elliot calledlast night... but seeing you now, | would've believed you were

her daughter even without the call."

Eleanor bowed her head slightly. "Greetings, Madam Mayor. | am Eleanor Langford... currently known as Eleanor

Elizabeth Raynor. It’s an honor to meet you."

The Mayor stood and gestured to a chair in front of her with a smile. "You can callAunt. Your mother was like

a sister to me. Please, have a seat."

Eleanor took the offered chair, her posture poised but relaxed. "Thank you."

The Mayor turned to her secretary and said, "Please close the door... and make sure no one interrupts this

meeting."

"Yes, Madam," the secretary replied and left, gently closing the door behind him.

The Mayor turned her attention back to Eleanor. "I still can’t believe sister Esmeralda had a daughter and that

everyone kept you hidden from me. Even my foolish brother didn’t say a word until yesterday."

Eleanor’s expression remained calm. "That's because my mother made them promise to keep my existence

secret, out of fear of the Langford family. She wantedto grow up independently, without the influence or

danger that cfrom her past. After | asked Uncle Grant to contact you, he finally told you the truth."

The Mayor laughed quietly, a wistful sound. "That does sound like something your mother would do. She nearly

hated her father back then," she said, then quickly corrected herself. "Forgive me... I'm speaking too freely. It's

just... I'm overwhelmed."

"It’s fine," Eleanor said gently. "I've learned a few things about the Langfords from Uncle Grant. | know the

situation was... complicated."

The Mayor nodded thoughtfully. "You said your surnis Raynor. Are you related to the Raynor family by

blood?"

"No. | was adopted into the Raynor family," Eleanor replied.

"I met Ethan Raynor yesterday," the Mayor remarked. "Do you know him?"

Eleanor’s eyes flickered for a moment. She hadn't expected his nto cup. "Yes, we know each other.

He's close to me... and he’s aware of my connection to Uncle Grant. That means he knows about you, too. He

won't do anything to harm you. But if you ever need anything, feel free to reach out todirectly."

"Ethan must be playing with Freya right now," she thought with a slight smile. She herself didn’t know how her

mood changed upon hearing his name. But the Mayor observed it all. After all, dealings with people were her

main job.

The Mayor smiled. "It was just a business meeting, nothing to worry about. | simply remembered him when |

heard your name."

Eleanor took a deep breath. "Actually, one of the reasons | ctoday was to learn more about my

grandparents and the Langford family. I've never visited my mother’s grave. I'd like to do that now... so many

years have passed. Uncle Grant toldmy grandfather is still alive. | want to meet him, if possible."

The Mayor's eyes softened. "The Langford Castle is well-known; you can easily find it online. They have a private

cemetery within the estate, and your mother was buried there. As for your grandfather, | haven't had much

contact with the family recently. The last t| saw him, he was the Leader of the House of Lords. He's since

retired, and his younger brother was nominated as the Earl of Birmingham. They're not politically active

anymore... just handling ceremonial responsibilities. | do still have your grandfather's number. I'll send it to you."

She saved Eleanor’s contact information and forwarded the number to her.

"You've been a great help," Eleanor said, smiling softly. "Before | go, there's one more thing. | heard you're

planning to run for the next General Election from this constituency. Is that true?"

The Mayor leaned back and folded her hands. "Yes. I've been working on it for the past three years. The current

MP’s popularity is waning. | think | have a real shot."

Eleanor’s demeanor shifted subtly, her tone becoming cooler and more serious. "If you decide to run, | can help

you behind the scenes. But you have to fight for the hoffice. | need someone there. Just remember, politics

can get dirty. Your opponents won't fight fair. | can protect you from them."

The Mayor raised an eyebrow, surprised by the sudden shift. She studied Eleanor for a moment before asking,

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The room fell silent for a moment as the Mayor considered the proposal.

"Please givestime," she said at last. "I hadn't planned that far ahead. | was only preparing to run for

MP, not for something of this scale."

"Take your time," Eleanor said, standing. "I'll be leaving now. | intend to visit Birmingham next."

The Mayor stood as well and walked her to the door. "I hope this won't be the last twe meet."

"I'm sure it won't be," Eleanor replied with a polite smile.

Once outside the Town Hall, Eleanor stepped back into her car. "Heimdall Tower," she instructed the driver.

As the car pulled away, she checked her phone, which had been on silent during the meeting. Several missed

calls flashed on the screen... one from Teresa, and two from Elliot Grant.

She called Elliot first to reassure him and gave him a brief overview of her discussion with the Mayor... omitting

the part about her offer.

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