Elvis snapped back to reality first, his feelings towards Fitch a mix of indifference and a lack of appreciation.

Was it wrong to be a shrewd and detached businessman? It didn't seem like a mistake.

"Mr. Haskins, hand over Ozzy to me. Zoey trustedto take care of him."

Fitch was holding the little pooch, sizing Elvis up with a few glances.

"How cyou have her keys?"

A man having a key to a woman's place, with both of them being single, was bound to raise eyebrows.

Elvis couldn't help but let out a chuckle before firing back a question.

"Mr. Haskins, I wonder in what capacity you are askingthis."

The atmosphere in the room froze over, as if coated in a frosty layer.

Holding Ozzy, Fitch was indifferent.

"Leave."

Elvis didn't move, but soon he heard footsteps at the door—the sound of security hurrying over.

Going head-to-head with someone like Fitch was a losing game.

Knowing better, Elvis left and waited outside, only to find that it had started to rain.

Without an umbrella, he retreated to his car.

people leave the complex. The lights at the gate, blurred by the rainy night,

Ozzy in one arm,

stand out even in front of his bodyguards, his trench

folding the umbrella

assumed the driver's

his car, closing the door behind him, sealing out the damp, earthy smell

inside of the car was warm. Ozzy,

cradled him, gently

puppy, cozy and comfortable,

A little silly.

help but ask, "Sir, are we

still be

he had left

"Yeah."

was lazy, soon interrupted by

probably about the dog. He muted

sleep soundly

to look out the window, lost in

dinner was

had just woken up when Elvis told

was he

he suddenly felt guilty and wanted to take care of

to do so on a

him. No answer.

Still no answer.

her temples. Beck immediately took

you? Sometimes you can't get in the middle of two people's business. With Carol,

They're

dishes with no appetite. lan

forced herself to

she asked

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