9

THE NEXT DAY, I woke up early again, unsure if I slept well; I still feel heavy, maybe because of what happened yesterday.

I didn’t call to check on them again; I just want to focus on work for now; they’ll manage there. I’ll call when I send something; I already know what’s happening with them.

It’s exactly five o’clock. When I got up, I immediately cooked bacon and eggs, made crab soup, and toasted leftover rice. I also heated water for coffee. Right at six, I heard the door of the workout room open, and shortly after, Sir Kalix entered the kitchen. He seemed to have showered; I could still smell it.

“Good morning, Boss, have you eaten?” I said softly, placing the coffee in front of him where he would sit. He sat down without saying anything, just like the previous days.

While he was eating, I cleaned the kitchen and washed the dishes. It was quiet, only the sound of me washing and the clinking of his fork on the plate. After a while, I heard his chair move, an indication that he ha