Warren Arnault seemed to be a man of his word so far. He had shown this in all threats and promises exercised in our short time together. But I was curious if he would be able to remain steadfast in this as well as this was only the first night of this supposed existence along with abstinence and he was bursting at the seams; but if I was being truthful just before bringing my eyes to a close on that night, I was more curious to which one of us would break weak first…
The next morning had been spent across from one another at the breakfast table with Estella having returned to make us a meal of French toast and freshly squeezed orange juice. We would discuss our plans for the day and execute them individually as he had literal business to attend to that I was not necessary to complete it.
