After Oliver left the room for his piano class, her office finally fell quiet.
The call with Oscar was still connected, his familiar voice filling the room.
"Eve, are you still there?"
"Yeah... Are you seriously going to fly here?" she asked, still half doubtful.
"I always fulfill my promises, Eve," Oscar replied, followed by his light, confident laugh. "Of course I will. But probably in December. I still have a pending job here that I can't escape yet."
"December is still fine," Evelyn said. "Do you want me to arrange a hotel? You can stay at Axel's hotel if you want."
Oscar chuckled. "No need, my friend. I already bought a house not far from your area."
Evelyn straightened in her seat. "You did? When?"
"A while ago," Oscar replied casually. "When I visit the city, I look around. I figured I should have a place near you and Oliver."
She blinked, surprised and slightly touched. "That sounds… very prepared of you."
"Well, I am a very thoughtful uncle."
