Mr. Caleb, Sir.

My love, hi.

Caleeeb, darling, I’m sorry.

I’m sorry, my love.

I’m sorry.

I’m terribly tired.

First I completely passed out,

then I woke up,

then I had to sort things out with Roman,

and in the end I drank a little.

Darling, I’m sorry.

I can’t talk.

I, well—

I didn’t exactly drink just a little.

I feel terribly ashamed to talk to you like this.

My love.

My best boy in the whole world.

My pride.

My support.

Don’t be angry, my love.

Please don’t be angry.

Murr, my love.

Murr.

My love, please don’t be angry.

Let’s talk.

My beloved boy.

Caleeeb, darling,

don’t be angry.

Yes, it’s my fault.

Yes.

I’m sorry, my darling.

Forgive me.

Roman is almost asleep.

Let’s call.

Caleeeb.

Don’t sulk.

At 11?

Okay.

Yes.

Whatever you say.

Those too.

If you want,

I’ll take those off too.

Whatever you say.

No.

I will be a very obedient girl.

I promise.

Whatever you say,

Mr. Caleb, sir.