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He finished finalizing his plans for Ambrosia's birthday. Galvin relaxed at his office chair visualizing screwing Ambrosia dressed as Bacchus. When his phone rang. Picking it up, the only voice he heard said. “Maya is dead.” There was no time for questions. He was cut off and the call would not be picked up again.

The rest of the Afternoon was spent not at the office or with his lover but with all the other peons preparing for Mayas funeral.

It was an anxious week before he heard anything, and even then it was not from the other but rumors and his brothers information network. By Saturday, Galvin found himself walking his dog in the park. His mind was consumed with thoughts of his workload he had recently taken on.