"Sir, Miss has moved into Kevin Cliff's Star Garden; we can't make our move," the man standing behind him reported, trembling.
"Can't make your move? Is that what I want to hear from you?" The man had a very pleasant voice, deep and melodious.
"It's our incompetence."
"Forget it, let her have a good time for a few months. It's been two months now, let her enjoy seven more," he said.
"Thank you, sir!" A chorus of men responded and then quietly withdrew.
"Little kitty, aren't you tired after running for so long? You've exhausted the people below."
In the dim room, only the man's voice, filled with indulgence, softly echoed...
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In the morning, Gavin Turner prepared breakfast before calling on Charlotte Green, grateful that his house had a guest room when it was renovated.
He was just about to knock when the door was already opened from the inside.
"Charlotte, good morning, did you sleep well? I made breakfast, let's eat together," Gavin gently asked.
