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“Isn’t it late on your side?”
“Nearly 2:30 a.m. You alright? I heard about how you stopped that assassin a few days ago.”
“He wasn’t even an issue.” Cattleya said, noticing the huge boxes of papers lying on the side of her desk, “I also dealt with Les Rouges last night… For good. They held my sub— matchmaker as hostage to bait me.”
The doctor searched her eyes, pursing her lips, “How did that happen? She wasn’t under your protection?”
Cattleya sighed, pouring herself some more coffee, “She was, love. She was. She’s safe, don't worry. I was always in control of the situation.” She then pointed out, a slight frown appearing on her face, “Why are you even working so late? I thought we went over this, Kass.”
The doctor pushed aside the medical records she was flipping through,
