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Sep. 3rd, 2009 10:14 pmOliver wasn't in the greatest of moods as he walked back from his office at Queen Industries. His car hadn't started that morning, which any other time would have been fine. Except today was his first day returning to his company for any reason in the last ten months, and he'd been late for a meeting waiting on a taxi.
Chloe had mentioned something about going out grocery shopping to pick up a few things they needed at the Watchtower, and while he wasn't thrilled at the prospect of her going out alone, it was daytime. And it wasn't like he owned her, or he could lock her up somewhere. He wouldn't do that anyway.
He sighed softly, raking a hand through his hair as he unlocked the front door. He was surprised to find her sitting on the sofa, her face pale and tear-stained. Immediately a knot formed in his stomach.
Something was wrong.
"Chloe?" He quickly shut the door and moved over to her.
Chloe had mentioned something about going out grocery shopping to pick up a few things they needed at the Watchtower, and while he wasn't thrilled at the prospect of her going out alone, it was daytime. And it wasn't like he owned her, or he could lock her up somewhere. He wouldn't do that anyway.
He sighed softly, raking a hand through his hair as he unlocked the front door. He was surprised to find her sitting on the sofa, her face pale and tear-stained. Immediately a knot formed in his stomach.
Something was wrong.
"Chloe?" He quickly shut the door and moved over to her.
