LUCIAN was sitting in his car staring blankly into the parking lot. Still annoyed at what Latton did to him. He sneered to himself. He lit a cigar and started the car engine when suddenly his phone rang. He didn’t check who it was but had an idea. It became a norm for Malena to call him after work hours. He answered the phone in a sweet but detached tone, “Hi, babe. Do you have any particular cravings today?”

The other line was silent.

“Hello, Malena?”

She sighs deeply then says with a hint of sorrow in her voice, “I’m not babe. It’s just me. Latton.”

His eyes widen, and...