_Zarelle’s POV_
I smiled to myself as Daniel drove me to the restaurant.
My purpose in encouraging Daniel to start his own business was two things. First, I knew my friend was smart. It would be a waste if he just spent his days having fun and doing nothing important.
Second, if he had something else to keep him busy, he would be less likely to think about chasing after me again.
“Smart thinking,” Mirelle said in my head. “Keep the pup occupied with his own hunting.”
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I arrived at the office bright and early the next morning. I felt good after a nice dinner and a good night’s sleep.
Elsa showed up just minutes after I did.
“How did it go last night?” she asked right away.
“It went as expected.”
“Did you get what you wanted?”
