XLVI: Eccentric
Pisces stormed through the hallway, all the way to the backyard of the mansion. Once he was already in the center of the open space, he buried his face down in his two hands with frustration. "What have I done?" He muttered to himself, sighing.
"Boss?" He suddenly heard a man's voice behind him. He looked back to see that it was his driver, walking in his direction. "What's up?" Carlos asked, looking at his sullen expression.
Pisces breathed out a sigh, looking away from him. "I'm fine." He spoke. "I just needed some air." He continued, placing both of his hands inside his pockets. He looked over in his direction. "Has Ruth safely got home?" He added.
Carlos nodded. "Yes boss, but she didn't go straight to the hemp farm. She wanted to stop by the theatre that we went to earlier." He tells him with a perplexed expression.
As Pisces did the same, he asked. "I thought she brought everything that was left? Did she tell you the reason why she needed to go back there?" He said.