After settling everything and making sure his wives had finally calmed down, the time for his departure arrived.
None of them wanted him to go, yet none of them stopped him either.
The long corridor of Rosavere's company stretched ahead beneath lights embedded into the ceiling. Employees moved in silence behind glass walls.
Lackey walked calmly beneath his rabbit mask while Celestia followed beside him in a tight black suit that perfectly outlined her figure.
Meanwhile, Amara Rosavere walked slightly ahead of them.
"This is honestly making me nervous, Mr. Lackey," Amara muttered after a moment of silence.
Her fingers tightened around the files she carried against her chest.
Lackey let out a quiet chuckle beneath the mask. "Hah... nervous? That's unexpected coming from someone like you. Why?"
