Everett didn't answer the call beside Dorothy, not because he had anything to hide from her, but the idea of chatting up another woman, especially with undertones of flirtation, in front of her just didn't sit right with him. Even if it meant securing the antidote that could save her life. He stepped away, though a quick glance back assured him he could still see where Dorothy was.

As soon as the call connected, Quincy's voice came through, soft and coquettishly sweet.

"Mr. Lopez... I'm sorry, I dozed off again last night..."

"It's fine."

"Did you take the medicine I gave you?"

There was a pause before Everett replied, "The one you said would make me feel better?"

"Mhm..."

"No," he said, his gaze drifting back to Dorothy's frail figure, his brows furrowing slightly, "Quincy, we need to meet. There's something I need to ask you."

Quincy was taken aback by the sudden invitation.

But, of course, she wouldn't refuse!

shall we meet at

a diner. I

Then let me cook something

next time. I'm tied

Everett's voice, Quincy realized this

Did Everett find

supposed to be over

That couldn't be it.

whirlwind of speculation rushed

Quincy couldn't help but ask, seeking some

need you to

that way, pressing

her luck, pestering him with more questions. She'd find out soon

up, Everett sent Quincy the diner's

leave, not with Jeffrey's situation still up

to Dorothy's side, she looked up at him, her eyes

Everett nodded. "I need to

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