Eli's POV
Surviving breakfast without seeing Noel or Dylan was a relief. No weird proposals. No intense billionaire death stares. Honestly, my day was already looking up.
I was back in my room, sitting cross-legged on the mattress with an old notebook balanced on my lap.
Poppy was curled up next to me.
I clicked my pen, stared at the blank white page for a second, and then wrote: HOW TO RETRAIN BADLY TRAINED HUMANS
Poppy slit one eye open.
"Hey, don't look at me like that," I muttered, nudging her slightly with my knee. "I'm desperate."
She just yawned and went back to sleep. I looked back down and started listing the targets.
Target One: Dylan
The spender guy.
Uses money to solve problems.
Action Plan: Implement strict boundaries. Force exposure to things that don't have a price tag.
Target Two: Noel
Predatory.
Emotionally constipated.
Communication style consists entirely of heavy silences and direct threats.
Needs redirection before he actually kills someone.
