The ringtone sliced through the silence, halting Oliver in his tracks. He snatched up his cell from the table, ready to dismiss the call, but perked up at the sight of the caller ID.

Josefina, wiping drool from her lips, lounged on the couch farthest from Oliver, poised to make her exit.

Oliver's face was a mask of stormy steel, his voice glacial, "Pass the phone to him."

Soon enough, Rowan's irate grumbling bled through the line, "Day after tomorrow's my birthday, Oliver, you ungrateful bastard. Are you still trying to cage me? If the corporate world hears how you're treating me, aren't you afraid it'll tarnish the company's image?"

Oliver's scoff was tinged with amusement, "If you're not scared, why should I be?"

Caught off-guard, Rowan spat out a string of curses, "Oliver, you curse! I'm telling you, if you don't let me out, I'll bring us both down."

"Oliver, we're still family at the end of

faint sneer, the irony not lost on him, "Afraid of being laughed at? You're already

Oliver sure knew

profound, Josefina could even hear Rowan's roar from the phone.

fancy that idea. Maybe tomorrow

He wanted to

his mood. Tossing the phone aside on the sofa carelessly, he then turned to Josefina, who was standing now, her

her

disrupted, and he could also sense Josefina's fear. He knew she assumed he was going

pinched her chin, his voice soft but firm, "Relax, I'm not that much of

Josefina's hand, Oliver led her out and

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