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>>Vika, at the Olympus House [@PrinceAlexus] Joel, through text [@Pilatus]
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What even is sleep at this point for Ryan?

His restaurant is probably being vandalized. His reputation, if he even had one, is probably being tarnished. Also judging by the way Joel texted him back, he is probably being judged or criticized. 

In any case, thats where he is. He has to live with the consequences. Grabbing his phone, he sent squinted at the backlit screen and sent one more message. Sleep never bothered him anyways.

-[color=00aeef]"I will be by the shop first thing in the morning. Have to deal with whats on my hand first. Thanks and good night"[/color]-

Sliding out of bed, he stood by the curtained windows and looked back towards Vika. Why did Joel react the way he did when he found out? Just what is the truth between what she said and what Ethan said? Realistically, he doesn't even know this woman.

This isn't love. This is lust. Should he treat it as such?

He quietly rummaged through the room, finding pen and paper. He found a solid ledge and wrote the following

[color=00aeef]"Vika. I've left. Business to attend to. I'm sorry and let's rain check that breakfast. You know where and how to reach me.
Sleep well. Be safe. 

-Ryan"[/color]

He moved quietly towards the bed, clutching the note. He bent forward to give Vika's forehead a soft kiss. Leaving the note on the night stand, he slid out of the room and into the night.

As he was walking through the compound, he hailed an Uber to retrieve him and take him back to his place of residence.

Ol' Reliable, Uber is.