Masterplan

The next morning, Peter awoke to the first rays of dawn peering through the curtains, casting a soft glow on his face. He rubbed his eyes and glanced at the clock on his bedside table. It was early yet, but he knew he couldn't waste another moment.

He couldn't face Lotus directly, not after what happened last night. He made a mental note to meet George. Peter knew he was up to no good, and Lotus would be set up sooner or later if nothing was done.

He had to leave before Lotus woke up, hoping to avoid any unnecessary questions or confrontations. Not that he didn't want to answer them, but the fact that he had to pretend to be someone he was not.

Quietly, he tiptoed towards his wardrobe and hastily slipped on his clothes. Peter's heart raced with sadness as he stole glances at her sleeping figure.

He must leave, he thought, before his peaceful slumber beside Lotus turned into a storm of emotions that he couldn't hold back. As he neared the door, his heart plummeted, but he willed it to