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It's coz of something else. "Ok. Be safe, big bro." Peter said with a small smile. "Hmmm," Phoenix nodded. He walked to the table and waved at them before light covered him and he vanished. Now that he was gone, Peter's smile vanished. He turned to face his little sis. "I'm gonna read you something very intriguing." He sat beside her on the bed and took out a red book written in a strange language. Seeing the book, she immediately sat up. "You're not gonna read me that, are you?" she asked with a shaky voice.

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Peter tapped on the door once before coming in, not waiting for Anthonio's invitation. Anthonio hid the document under some papers. “You should wait for my answer before coming in.” He cautioned. “You don't bother with those things.” Peter took a seat facing him. “I do now.” Anthonio placed his hands on the desk covering the exposed part of the document that the papers couldn't cover. “What do you want?” “I heard you invited some CNS workers over to Sheinds Palace.” Peter went straight to the point. “Yeah.” “Why?” “Are you questioning me now?”

02 Peter's currently sitting on his bed while reading a book. He's entertaining himself at the same time thinking if he should follow Rave's opinion. "Go try befriending him. He looks like a good guy." Peter sighed at that. He really do but good guys scares me, Peter thought. He's not really into befriending with good guys since he knew that he can't return the treatment. He's not rude and he's not good—he's in the middle, as what he presumed. He's not interested with the rude ones either, in short, he's not befriending with anyone just for the sake of bond or entertainment.

I swear I could feel Cameron holding his breath. Peter blinked, shrugged, then crossed the room. The sound of a zipper. The rustle of a backpack. The clack of a laptop setting down on the desk. Bingo. I tried to shift, just enough to see his screen through the reflection on the metal desk lamp. It flickered to life—dark background, weird lines of code, then a folder popped up. “Footage_Drafts.” Oh. My. God. My pulse spiked so fast it hurt. I was two seconds from crawling out and smacking the laptop shut myself, but then Peter started typing, fast. Like his fingers were on fire.

I redirected the conversation. "An interesting incident occurred today. You better come back to work, or someone will have the FBI digging for you soon," Peter exclaimed. Peter occupied a unique space in my professional life—a blend of a friendly colleague and a benevolent superior. His words piqued my curiosity, and a sense of foreboding settled over me. "What incident?" I inquired. The hum of the car engine underscored Peter's words. His harsh breaths hinted at his activeness. Perhaps, he was busy but created time to reach out to me. "Well," he began, "Jason Walsh decided to create a scene during a conference meeting today."

I had nothing to dry them off with now. But to my surprise, Peter sat down beside me, and I watched him remove his own shoes and socks, lift his pants as high as they would go, and put his feet into the cool pool, as I had done. We remained silent for a while, until Pyotr broke it. " Will you tell me what is going on in your mind? " he asked, without looking at me. " No way! The secret to success is to keep all the craziness inside and act like a normal person. I won't let my husband find out that I'm a well of madness!”

Julian squealed, laughing despite himself as Caesar carried him back to the bed. ***** Peter tiptoed into Enzo’s study, holding a steaming mug of coffee. The man was always buried in work, probably to avoid him. “Hey, old man. Do you ever take a break?” Peter asked. Enzo didn’t look up, his eyes glued to the screen as he dug into the information Caesar had sent him. “It’s so annoying when you ignore me,” Peter pouted, placing the coffee beside him. “I brought you coffee, though. What are you working on? I want to help.”

Peter acted like a shield,a source of comfort to Antonio. “Yooo, wassup”. Antiono said giving out his hands for a handshake. Peter smiled, he was used to Antiono's constants visit. “Let's go in then”. Peter said holding the groceries he bought that morning like something really important was inside the bag. Antiono locked his car. He followed Peter in. Peter’s house was amazing ,to Antiono it felt like a comfort zone. The only problem Antiono had with Peter was with Women. Peter had the best ideas with women but he never believed in true love. Peter never saw any reason why a guy would leave all those beautiful ladies on earth, just for one lady. It felt like selfishness to him.

I opened my eyes to see Peter focused on his book. "What are you reading?" I asked, glancing at the book in his hands. Peter held up the cover for me to see. "Um, it's just some light reading. Nothing much," he said with a smirk. It was a book on ancient rituals and protective magic. This was a far cry from what most people would consider light reading. But, then again, Peter wasn't like most people. "I should’ve known. I should've known," I said with a chuckle, shaking my head. "You can take the man out of the curse, but I guess you can’t take the curse out of the man."