"Master?" Are you listening?" Liam Shane's call had not hung up yet.
Oliver Bloom responded with a simple "Hmm."
Liam Shane: "You and Elise Don are doing okay recently, right?"
"We're fine." We should be fine.
"That's good, that's good. I was worried we said something we shouldn't have, and that Elise Don would catch on and do that 'revenge after the fact' thing—"
Hiss, Liam Shane suddenly stopped speaking.
Talking about revenge, he suddenly recalled Elise Don taking him on a shopping spree at a home goods store, right on New Year's Day... He ran around twelve times getting things... hung curtains five times... The final memory froze at a fleeting look in Elise Don's eyes.
A mix of joy and anger, like the symbols spinning on a slot machine.
Ding—
"Damn! Elise Don must've figured it out, otherwise why would she boss me around like I'm her grandson!"
"Master, your Elise Don is a tough one, and she hides it well..."
"Elise Don didn't do anything to you, did she?"
