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Olivia's POV

I woke up that morning and made my way to the living room as I stretched my body. Brian was in the living room, getting ready to leave for work.

“You're not waiting for breakfast?” I raised my eyebrows at him.

“I can't. I'm meeting a client this morning and she's extra cranky.” He scrunched his face. “I don't want to keep her waiting.”

“Okay.” I nodded.

"I brought a drunk guest home last night, help me take care of him" Brian's voice filtered over as I yawned.

Blinked, hardly processing what he said. "What guest?" My words slurred, but he was already at the door, his coat slung over his arm.

"You'll see, " he said-without really answering my question at all-but gave a hasty, almost careless smile instead. "I've got to run. See you later."

And before I could get out any protest or any more questions, or even manage to detain him, he was gone. The door clicked shut after him, leaving me with the impression of something wrong, which I couldn't shake off.