Tristan Helen’s knock on the door came earlier than I expected, dragging me out of the shallow sleep I had finally managed to sink into.“Sir, Mr. Allen is at the door,” she said from outside.I blinked at the ceiling, still half asleep, unsure I’d heard her right.Allen?That was… unexpected.Especially after the way he just disappeared the other day, claiming to be heading to Green Hills Restaurant, so I hadn't expected him to be here again, this soon. I sighed, pushed myself up, and reached for the first shirt I could find. I pulled it over my head and made my way downstairs, When I opened the door, it was just as Helen had said.Allen stood outside, dressed in a long coat like he’d walked out of a high-end magazine. His face was glued to his phone, thumb scrolling lazily across the screen, completely unaware I was even there.It wasn't until I cleared my throat that he finally looked up, blinked once, then calmly pressed a few things on his phone before sliding it into his pock
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