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The evening air in my apartment was filled with the familiar mix of takeout Thai and the subtle lavender scent from the diffuser Jessie had pushed on me last month, claiming it would 'balance my chi or something.'
I kicked off my shoes by the door, loosened my tie, and let out a long, dramatic sigh that probably echoed through the hallway. Work had been chaotic, and the ringmaster was holed up in Xavier's office, flaunting her hair and loud opinions about who should get to see the CEO right away.
As soon as I stepped into the bedroom, Trix greeted me with his brown-and-white collie fur wiggling everywhere and happy barks. He must have spent the day keeping an eye on the apartment from imaginary intruder, mostly the mailman, if the lone chewed envelope on the rug was any indication. I plopped down on the bed, and he immediately jumped into my lap, scrambling to lick every part of my face at once.
