When I arrived at the Huffman residence, Anson was sitting alone on a recliner in the backyard gazebo. He looked lonely.

He immediately perked up when he saw me walk in. "Why are you here, Chlo? Aren't you busy?"

"I came to have lunch with you." I smiled, walking over and taking a seat across from him.

He sat up and looked at me, smiling. "That's nice of you, Chlo."

"I've been busy and I haven't had a chance to see you. I don't know how you've been feeling. I have to go to the capital tomorrow, so lunch is the best I can do." I reached over to pour him a cup of tea.

"Yeah, I know you're busy. I heard Bourdamun went smoothly." Anson looked at me, aware of my project in Bourdamun.

"Don't even talk about that. I almost didn't make it here to see you. But luckily, everything turned out okay." I sighed, taking a sip of tea.

"What happened?" he asked, sitting up straight and putting down his teacup.

"You know Bourdamun. There's always someone manipulating things behind the scenes. Th