77: Private Little Office

Fenella’s POV "Bravo, come here. This is your lunch." The woman slowly walked past me and up the stairs. Then, she extended a partially peeled banana to Bravo, and the animal leaped into her hand. Bravo eagerly grabbed and bit into the banana. In Rowan's hand, the big sugar glider appeared obedient and calm. "Thank you for finding him," she said with a wide smile this time. "This is Fenella, and this is Rowan," Laird introduced us briefly. "Good job, Fenella," Rowan said with a smile. "I didn't do anything, really," I replied, shrugging modestly with a restrained smile. Truly. "Come inside." Rowan invited us to follow her through a door across the room that Laird had entered earlier. We climbed the stairs until we reached a small room. "You're lucky that it was me and Fenella who found him," she said behind Rowan. "Sorry. I think Dave forgot to lock the back door when he left earlier," he muttered softly while stroking Bravo in his hand. "Be careful," Laird advised the woman. "Yes, Lai