"Give me an answer soon," Shawn demanded.

Although Gale did not think much of the red wine, nor did she feel there was anything wrong, Shawn keenly sensed something was off. Given Gale's physical condition last night, she should have been very tired. Yet, she could not sleep. The wine seemed suspicious. Shawn needed to investigate. Hopefully, it was nothing more.

Fiona nodded. "Alright. Also, Ivy's agency wants to meet with you. When would be convenient for you?"

"I don't want to go, arrange for someone else to handle it."

"What if Ivy wants to see you?"

"Still no."

Shawn had done what he could to help; if the agency was willing to transfer Ivy's contract, that was enough. He did not need to get involved anymore and did not want any more private dealings with Ivy. He learned enough from his last encounter with her. The stack of photos was more than enough to keep him away.

"Yes, Mr. Wood, I'll reject them. Anything else?" Fiona noted down.

"That's all."

Shawn waved his hand an