Maxen closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he tried to give Olivia's voice a face. Just who was the lady on the other line? He tried to recall where and when he heard this beautiful, enchanting voice before but his reverie was cut short when he heard her speak again.
"I have 'Sir James's' wife sitting in my living room. We can watch them over wine and talk about... cats."
"So we have a cat lady. What baby do you have?"
"I... I only have portraits for now," Olivia trailed. Sensing her subtle distress, Maxen cleared his throat and offered, "I have an ocelot at home. She's a beauty. Do you want to meet her?"
Jack cocked an eyebrow upon hearing Maxen's word. 'Who's he going to bring home? Wait. He's bringing a girl home?' Zeroing in his sight on Maxen, Jack's knees buckled when he saw Maxen's shoulders shaking followed by a carefree chuckle. He was close to rubbing his eyes just in case he's hallucinating when he heard Maxen drop another bomb from the sky.
