The Million-Dollar Heart

As the quartet happily indulged in a cozy fondue dinner, Leopold brought over the documents from headquarters.

Peering through the empty doorway, Leopold hesitated, unsure whether to enter.

He texted Anna: [Where are you guys?]

Anna, who had not quite finished chewing her lamb, hit the voice message button, "On a mission, gotta stick to Ms. Vivienne like glue." Vivienne said, "Just drop the stuff off, and don't be a nuisance. You mess up the deal, I'll break your legs."

Percival added his own threat, "I'll dislocate your arm."

Thomas kept it simple, "Good luck, man!"

Listening to the sounds of bubbling fondue, fizzing sodas, and the stubborn mastication of lamb, Leopold was in disbelief.

Was this really a mission?

This was sheer torture!

But he had no choice; he had to deliver the documents quickly.

Griffin had already sent a reminder in the Little Bombs group chat - a special group Vivienne had created for convenience. With no other option, Leopold donned a mask and hat, covering himself completely, and entered Griffin's home.

The evening was setting in, and Griffin had only a desk lamp on, leaving the main lights off.

Three different-colored pens lay strewn across documents, each marking various annotations. Leopold cleared his throat gently, but Griffin showed no reaction.

He moved closer and tapped Griffin's head with the documents, "Hey, the papers..."

"Ah!"

Bam!

Stars danced before Leopold's eyes as he staggered backward and collapsed to the floor.

when he could finally open his

the documents, and upon seeing Leopold awake, she nonchalantly remarked, "Are you nuts? Sneaking up behind people all in black with a mask? How

you say you didn't want to see me? How else was I supposed

when did you start following

the energy to argue. I've delivered your stuff; I'm out

fast," Griffin pointed outside, "It's pouring rain, and the cops

was dumbfounded, "Wait, what? Why would

said as if it were the most obvious

maybe, help me out and move the

smirked. "Sorry, my garage isn't for storing Husky

speechless, finally settling on the couch

continued her work as if he was not

Leopold's stomach began to rumble. He tapped the desk,

back, Griffin gestured toward the

pre-made sandwiches inside, alongside cans of soda -

could not help but ask, "Is this

me here,

reason, Leopold felt

the first time, he noticed Griffin

of course, she would be on a diet like

"For a young woman, you could take better care of yourself. Why not keep some veggies or some meat in the house? This..." He turned

floor under the light, falling

silently added the only sausage left from the fridge into Griffin's noodle cup, then placed it

on the couch, wolfing down the nutritionally void

still engrossed in her

asleep on the carpet, leaning against the couch, blue pen

noodles were

"You're working

mind. Suddenly, Griffin's head dropped, and Leopold caught it as quickly as possible. His face was a little flushed, and so

silence, he lifted her into a more comfortable position

he tossed it aside, grabbed Griffin's