A tangled knot of emotions shadowed each face as Delilah and her group stood before the estate, gazing at the courtyard gate.
Simon was the first to speak, his voice strained. "Is... is that really our boss?"
Delilah's brows furrowed, and she drew a deep breath. "It... it has to be him, I think."
But the Gavin before them now had clearly lost his mind.
Over by the front yard fence, Gavin crouched low, his head wrapped in white gauze, locked in a staring contest with a rooster.
Simon immediately rushed forward, shooed the rooster away with a swat, and reached out anxiously to help him up.
"Boss! Are you okay?"
Gavin backed away two steps, eyeing him with suspicion. "Who the heck are you?"
Simon was speechless. "Boss, you don't recognize me?"
Gavin shook his head. Then his gaze land
