Roxi

The next day on my way to my clothing store, I called Ciel checking up on how she and Becky were fairing.

It was a good thing they'd sorted out their differences and were both out of danger health-wise. Both seemed to match the other perfectly well like a lock and a key.

Strolling into my clothing store, the look on my employees faces looked rather tensed. "What's wrong?. Did we suffer a sales loss or something?"

"It's worse than that, ma'am" came a response. "It's Mr Jax"

I froze at ...